Future – Racks

Future – Racks Lyrics

Artist: Future
Song: Racks

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Tried to tell them n#gg#s think outside the box, know what i’m sayin’?
If young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet

Got too much style on me, can’t f#ck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothin’ about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothin’ about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet

Got too much style on me, can’t f#ck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothin’ about it
You done sold your soul, you can’t do nothin’ about it
Tell me what f#ck been goin’ on with you

Everybody been all in my face
They been tryna figure how i carry all this weight
On my shoulder, i ain’t got no help, b#tch, it’s just jay
And this sh#t gettin’ aggravatin’

My b#tch blowin’ up my phone, i don’t know what to say
She think i’m with a ho, i’m tryna chase some cake
She think i’m f#ckin’ hoes, i’m tryna get paid
Damn, tryna tax a n#gg#

And i ain’t talkin’ uncle sam, oh
My heart gettin’ cold and i don’t know which way to go
Damn, lеt me get back wherе i started at
And i’ve been rollin’ off a party pack of perkys

Mm, i’m gettin’ nervous
I’ve been scratchin’, they been thinkin’ i’m allergic, oh
I’m hurting daily, b#tch, said she wanna have my baby
She pregnant, i don’t know what i’ma do

I wish i can call on you
Movin’ too wrong, you know he got popped
My n#gg#s they bangin’, they stay on the block
She pulled down her pants, i just want to talk

Don’t f#ck with police, don’t talk to the cops
I stay out the way
I’m tryin’ to get cake, yeah
My n#gg#s are {?}

Killin’ n#gg#s like kkk
I know i’m the best, i know i’m the goat
I’m rockin’ moncler, expensive coat
And i put the d up in dope

And she got my d up in her throat
I’m plugged in just like wifi
3-5 in the blunt, i’m too high
I hustle hard like t.i

I’m a big dog, n#gg# you knee high
She love the way that i ride the beat
She playin’ my songs all on repeat
I’m pimping these hoes, they come with a feat

I’m rocking gucci, double g’s
Chanel on my body, double c’s
The game was on lock, i found the key
She said that she wanna f#ck the team

So i put dick all in her teeth
I sat in late-night, cruisin’ from the po-po
Ay this is not my car, i’m cruisin’ in a stolo
I do dirt on my own, yeah i do it solo

I’m high as f#ck the day i’m sippin’ on that purple
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From the album:
Racks [Explicit]
Release Year: 2011