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letra de racks on the table! - ak 5ifty4our

[verse 1: ak 5ifty4our]
racks in my bag, yeah, racks on the table
we pullin’ up, yeah, this ain’t a game, this is not fable
i had to pull up with the glock, now i’m stable
we gettin’ big money, yeah, yementertainment the label
hoppin’ on that motherf-ckin’ jet, then we fly
we slidin’ on your gang, yeah, f-ck your guys
hit ’em with the fire, send ’em to the f-ckin’ sky
i got your main b-tch on my motherf-ckin’ side

[verse 2: yxngxpablo]
racks got like twenty bands on the table
wock’, b-tch, you know i’m sippin on that maple
slumped, i only be smoking on exotic sh-t
i stay out the way, i ain’t with the toxic sh-t
robbеd a n-gga, told that p-ssy run his pockets, b-tch
used to have a g-shock, buss-down on my wrist
now i’m usеd to livin’ fast and i don’t wanna quit
and lil’ brodie in that ‘cat so ain’t no catchin’ him
i might blast me a n-gga, so pass me the trigger
glock 19 with a beam, you know i ain’t missin
got my d-ck all in her spleen, she turnin’ and twistin’
said she want a relationship told her, “stop trippin’,”
i don’t do the love sh-t no more with these ghetto b-tches
lately, i been in my zone, these n-ggas still b-tchin’
i don’t know what they be on, but they need to quit it
stop d-ck ridin’ y’all n-ggas is really some b-tches
[verse 3: ywd steph]
racks on the counter, i got racks on the table
love is so dysfunctional, i don’t wanna date you
i got the guap’, i got me them bands
bad lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck, we ain’t friends
talkin’ my sh-t, finna do my dance
fell in love, put her ass in a trance, all i love is benjamins
them benjamins, f-ck her and all her friends
talkin’, brodie’ll blam, revenge his soul like oh d-mn
in love with the bands, in love with the mullah
these n-ggas lil’ brodie might shoot ya
he said he wanna problem with me, bust his medulla
walkin’ on sh-t, feel like a martian
gang, gang, b-tch, i feel like i’m spartan
takin’ off, lil’ b-tch, i’m an artist
racks on the table, racks in the bank
lovin’ that b-tch, i just love her brain
i just love her brain, i just love her brain

[verse 4: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up with your b-tch back open
hittin’ that b-tch, high as f-ck, never sober
slidin’ on your whole gang, you thought it was over
that muhf-cker’ slimey as h-ll, think he some yogurt
pull up with that glock, yeah, that b-tch got a c-ck, yeah
pull up with all the shots, yeah, hit a b-tch with the dot, yeah
i keep all of my guns c-cked, yeah, don’t f-ck with me, you get shot, yeah
i put all of them in a box, yeah, they gonna catch all the shots, yeah

- ak 5ifty4our

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