Bags and Racks (feat. Kingryryz)

Smoking on the dead opp
Pull to the block I'm sending dead shot
Smoking on that gas
We smoking on that good rock
Fuck what these niggas gotta say
I'm moving in my own line
What y'all gonna do
When we shut the whole block down?

He wanted to know what we'll do to a nigga
Now he hurting real bad
Talking about get back
But never got back
You ain't bullet proof
So stop the capping on the set
If I ever catch a nigga
He'll put his face to dirt

Keep on talking
I'ma blow the whole bitch down
Gotta slide for gang bitch
We ain't playing no game
Fuck with us
And it's the end of your line
Don't let shit slide
We keep that beam ready

Holding his brother
He wish he chose a different
He wish chose different
Kept on playing games
Now you're the meeting with the grimp reaper
I got bag and racks bitch
I got stacks
Flexing on these hoe nigga
Wish you was like me
So bitch stop hating
That's shit getting old

I ain't no brother about shit
I keep real, realer than these snakes niggas
I'm on a different type of timing
Niggas can't fuck with me
40 to face
Make a mess like a plate of spaghetti
Put a bullet through a bitch nigga skull
That's how heated shit get
I put pressure on nigga
Like I'm locking up on defense
I rather take a case
Than lose my life over some bullshit

Bags and racks
Say it back, bags and racks
I move smart, I move fast
Opps lurking I'll blow them
Bags and racks
Bags and racks
Never broke, never lack
Bullets hits at the strees goes boom
I'm on grind that's facts

All these niggas they be trippin'
Actin' boke till I walk in
I don't fuck with niggas
Keep it 100, that's the doctrine
Take your life, I don't give a fuck
Budget your coffin
Someone grieving at your grave
Be the ones that take you off then

I been movin' with the Goats
Not the sheeps, or the pigs
Gotta separate goats from sheeps
In my barnyard
Check my swag, I'm drippin', yeah
I'm built for the standard
You can't steal my style
I'm on a mission

Kick the door we don't knock
We don't need no permission
Bullets hit like a steal
Now you see your mama is crying
You want smoke, I want money
Want peace with precision
You ain't the type of grinding
While you crash on a mission

Look me in my eyes
You can tell I ain't trippin'
You want smoke come and get it
I don't talk I just give you

Bags and racks
Say it back, bags and racks
I move smart, I move fast
Opps lurking I'll blow them
Bags and racks
Bags and racks
Never broke, never lack
Bullets hits at the strees goes boom
I'm on grind that's facts