Blue Racks Lyrics

(My racks is blue, yeah my racks is blue)

Uh So much money all these racks is blue

Want a feature then i'm taxing you

Told me they ain't going up as fast as you

I'm the hottest but I still be acting cool

Left that boy up on the avenue

These bullets bless him like a pastor do

Call me alpha Everyone is after you

Tall clips let him shaq a fool

She like Bachir please i'm begging you

I know that you see me texting you

Want my pockets i ain't checking you

I was broke you wasn't on my testicle

When you got it all the girls is sexual

Best behavior been the best you on

She just wanted her some saint laurent

Gold diggers no that ain't what i want

Stay 1 hundred say the real from the jump

Or ima cut you off like you was a stump

Have him tweaking like he doing the krump

When i'm ski masked up i'll leave you slumped

Ima god, do you get it?

Always giving them punchies but they never get it

I be feeling i'm too nice i don't get it

Sometimes i look at the mic and regret it

Watch how we click 'til it's red like it's Reddit

This beef stay alive cause my killers won't dead it

Before you go diss on the bro better edit

Cause once you click post it's some blood to be shedded

Damn, why he snapping like this

Bitch I won't stop 'til it's Patek the wrist

Like the president's crowd make it clap in this bitch

Why that boy moving close better back in this bitch

I never changed but my gun it could switch

Call me Lilo cause i stay with a sitch

Feel like Roddy i just want my name to be rich

From the other side check his name off the list

If you want to die we could handle that wish

I been on a roll like i be with the crips

If you want to die we could handle the wish

I been on a roll like i be with the crips

So much money all these racks is blue

Want a feature then i'm taxing you

Told me they ain't going up as fast as you

I'm the hottest but I still be acting cool

Left that boy up on the avenue

These bullets bless him like a pastor do

Call me alpha Everyone is after you

Tall clips let him shaqt a fool

Everybody sleeps on Bachir

This a real M.C hope you hear

Underground artists can't compare

Said I couldn't do it now i'm here

Breaking barriers we breaking the roof off

The beam on nose got him looking like Rudolph

Bachir i'm too hard i can't do soft

These rappers be shitty we call that a poop off

Aye listen you know where ima be

If there's a problem you could just let me see

Ain't a problem they just all on my d

How you gassed up and tank is on e

But i'm on f and I ride like a g

I'm just playing with letters too effortlessly

Get in tune bitch i'm hard in these streets

If this was ball they won't want to guard me

Lyrically they ain't fucking with me

I ain't being humble this shit nun' to me

Like insects I be bugging for free ima pop shit till they swing me a fee

Mommy found out that her baby boy rapping

Ain't tripping too hard cause her baby boy snapping

Told her one day we gon' be living lavish

As long as i'm breathing you know what the fact is

Like Flocka bend both ways with the nina

Catch that boy close range with the heater

Feds come okay I ain't see nun'

He screaming out NoWay! when we beat 'em

(Feds come okay we ain't see nun'

He screaming out NoWay! when we beat 'em)