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letra de racks on me - shaun 2x

[intro:] (d-mn master) b-tch, gang, b-tch

[chorus: shaun 2x & blokkboy oj]
i keep them racks on me, all of my n-ggas they packed with heat
and i cannot brag with three, all of my n-ggas keep packs of heat (let’s go, let’s go) and your b-tch too attached to me that b-tch on my d-ck like some acne (mhmm) and now i got math to teach flip me a ounce then i cop me a three

[verse 1: blokkboy oj] b-tch i made me a rack i’m smokin’ this gas (on god) i roll me a opp in this wood (let’s go, let’s go) i pop me a perc and i got my choppa so you know that i feel good and i’m makin’ these plays and i got some shottas call me dababy i’m suge (what else?) and if you a opp b-tch i got my glock and we’ll get you gone for good (we’ll get you gone for good, gang)

[verse 2: shaun 2x] too many racks in this b-tch, they call me two times you know i’m gon flip that (two times) and y’all n-ggas b-tch no we not the same so if you want smoke you can get clapped (on god) who want the smoke? ’cause we got the matchers
your b-tch on my d-ck, i might have to sn-tch her, she gon give me neck i don’t have to ask her, she all on her knees just call her a pastor (just call her a pastor) get hit with a beam when you run in the spot, she call me daddy i get it alot and if you run down best believe that we spinnin’ around and we just gon empty our glocks (and we just gon empty our glocks)

[interlude:] let’s go (flip me a ounce then i cop me a three)
10k (and now i got math to teach flip me a ounce then i cop me a three)

[verse 3: 10k jayy] flip me a ounce then i cop me a three, b-tches they love when i hop on the beat (they do) oj got locked but he back on the block and we makin’ it hot ’cause he back on his feet
run up on me you get put on a tee i ain’t playin’ no games man i put that on me, we all in the stu’ and we packin’ the heat if i don’t got my glock then your ass gettin’ beat (on god)
we makin’ money y’all n-ggas is not, we do this for real y’all playin’ with props, run up on me and get hit in ya top we still got our glocks we up in the spot (aye, aye)
to not catch a case or leave any trace (aye) put on some gloves and a mask on your face yes i am still posted in traps everyday
you think it’s a game you get shot tryna play, all of my n-ggas they with it (they with it) you got a plan? lil n-gga forget it (forget it) he actin’ tough i put one in his fitted (grraa) my n-ggas cookin’ that rock in this kitchen this sh-t ain’t no game (y’all know how the f-ck i’m rockin’ man)

[chorus: shaun 2x & blokkboy oj]
i keep them racks on me, all of my n-ggas they packed with heat (mhmm) and i cannot brag with three, all of my n-ggas keep packs of heat (packs of heat) and your b-tch too attached to me (gang) that b-tch on my d-ck like some acne (get that b-tch the f-ck off me) and now i got math to teach flip me a ounce then i cop me a three

- shaun 2x

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