Raccs Up Lyrics – Lord Reese
Singer: Lord Reese
Title: Raccs Up
[Runnin’ ’round the city, juggin’, I’m tryna f#ck these racks up
Huh? Cuzzo!
Runnin’ ’round the city, juggin’, I’m tryna f#ck these racks up
Every time you see me, dawg, I don’t need no backup
f#ckin’ on this city girl, know why she wanna act up
Heard you said I fell off, well lord, n#gg#, I’m back up
n#gg#s, they ain’t gangtas, they pretenders, they just actors
Tryna get like my n#gg#, Earl gon’ let me get my plaques up
f#ckin’ up that ATM, I don’t shop at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus, thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
Runnin’ ’round linux, hit my lean and them I’m cashin’ out
I just hit yo’ b#tch, then I bagged and got to spazzin’ out
n#gg# think I don’t like him, that does more, I got my fire on me
Try me like a dummy, n#gg#, you gon’ catch this fire from me
Feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ great, I got all these n#gg#s straight
I passed all my n#gg#’ plates, we eatin’ gold, who sayin’ grace?
We gettin’ money, hallelujah, movin’ funny, bro gon’ shoot ya’
We ain’t got no time for hoe, we switch ’em out like switchin’ clothes
Hold up, let me switch the flow, I’m gettin’ money and n#gg#s know
You ain’t fly, yo’ n#gg#s broke, that’s why they treat you like a hoe
Trappin’ hard, don’t have a hero, we just set that scale at 0
n#gg#s think they drippin’, dawg, well I can put that sh#t on, too
Runnin’ ’round the city, juggin’, I’m tryna f#ck these racks up
Every time you see me, dawg, I don’t need no backup
f#ckin’ on this city girl, know why she wanna act up
Heard you said I fell off, well lord, n#gg#, I’m back up
n#gg#s, they ain’t gangtas, they pretenders, they just actors
Tryna get like my n#gg#, Earl gon’ let me get my plaques up
f#ckin’ up that ATM, I don’t shop at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus, thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
[Boat!
I been runnin’ out that sack, got a money fetish [Yeah, yeah
I’m too rich for a sack, I don’t carry letters [Yeah, yeah
Walk around with black cars and a black Glock [Nah, nah
Black made back, with bad b#tches that suck my black c#ck [Oh, nah
b#tch, it’s boat, n#gg#s, they know, they respect me [Oh, oh
Used to be empty, ran up them Ms, now I’m sexy [No, no
Woah, and my top down, I’m feelin’ just like Kennedy [Oh, oh
At it, and he try to send shots, we won’t let it be [No, no
They just wanna be so tough [No, no
We know that ain’t you [Oh, oh] [Ay, ay
They gon’ switch it up [Oh, oh
When they realize I can’t lose [Oh, oh]
Runnin’ ’round the city, juggin’, I’m tryna f#ck these racks up
Every time you see me, dawg, I don’t need no backup
f#ckin’ on this city girl, know why she wanna act up
Heard you said I fell off, well lord, n#gg#, I’m back up
n#gg#s, they ain’t gangtas, they pretenders, they just actors
Tryna get like my n#gg#, Earl gon’ let me get my plaques up
f#ckin’ up that ATM, I don’t shop at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus, thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
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