
Surf – Rack Attack Lyrics
Artist: Surf
Song: Rack Attack
Damn Jame, you go crazy
Woah, robbin’ these n#gg#s, not talkin’ ’bout jeans
n#gg#s be talkin’ but talkin’ is cheap
I make a jump in this b#tch, trampoline
Flew to L.A., I be back in a week [Yeah
I got a b#tch in the A on the low
Laugh to the bank like it’s makin’ a joke [Ha
I was down bad, had my back on the ropes [Yeah
Strippin’ him down when I’m wavin’ the pole [Yeah
They wanna ride on my back when I blow
Sellin’ this dope ’til I’m sellin’ out shows
I did it all without sellin’ my soul [Yeah
Pickin’ him out like that boy was a ‘fro [Yeah
Too many hoes that be callin’ my phone [Woah
Countin’ this money be turnin’ me on
I’m gettin’ dressed, I gеt fly like a drone
I know I’m a dog, b#tch, I need me a bonе
YSL denim, it’s Dior cologne
Too many b#tches be doin’ me wrong
Just keep it official, don’t f#ck with my feelings, I really be wishin’ they’d leave me alone
It feel like the Matrix, I’m killin’ my clones
I feel like an alien, send me back home
Yeah, these n#gg#s be cappin’, they say they got money
They say be with it, but really they don’t
I’m goin’ crazy, I’m back in the ward
I’m goin’ crazy, my mind is at war
I got a problem with f#ckin’ these wh#res
I hit it once and I’m leavin’ her sore
I’m gettin’ money, I might buy a Porsche
I give it to God, I be praisin’ the Lord
I got a thing for the Honda Accords
Pushin’ myself, not going back poor
My daddy want him a Vet
I had to grind, had to earn my respect
Hit after hit, I could play for Mets
n#gg#s want beef, I be like “Bet”
Ha b#tch, keep me a stick [Stick
I put the gang on my back ’til we rich
Stackin’ my money, I build it like bricks
I’m finna shoot, better pray that I miss
I need a rack attack
They tryna say that I’m gone, I’m back
Pop me a Xan, I’ma fade to black
You never seen me a day I lack, yeah [Ha-ha
Rockin’ Chanel, I’ll give ’em hell
I had to put a lil’ dope on the scale
I got a couple lil’ n#gg#s in jail
Boy, you a b#tch and I really can tell, huh, yeah
New Kel-Tec, b#tch I’m a king, I move like chess
Payin’ with cash, can’t do no debt
I need a milli’, can’t do no less, yeah
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Release Year: 1963