Racks Songtext

Labels wanna bug me, starting to get ugly
Thinking this ain't for me, been grinding since a shorty
Ain't no stoppin' now, tell me, "Youngin', keep on comin'"
Running back, I'm rushing, them Woods, them niggas love me
In the hood, them niggas love me, they sparkin' and I'm dumpin'
No runnin', bitch, I'm dumpin', they turnt a nigga up and I got shooters at the back
But I got shooters at the front
I'm a different type of breed, I'm a shooter, I don't clutch 'em

Racks in the middle, I hit ten bands off an iPhone
Racks in the middle, you need ten bands calling my phone
Racks in the middle, I hit ten bands off an iPhone
Racks in the middle, you need ten bands calling my phone

Now I got some racks and some niggas wanna try me
I come from the trenches, I'll take another body
I put you out the car, you don't even plan on slidin'
Eliminate my targets, I won't ever think 'bout dying
And I don't fuck with niggas, watch 'em more, these niggas homo
Catch a bullet off that .9 so you can call me Tony Romo If I call him my lil' brother, he gon' come and take the spot
Catch a bullet out that .40, call him dead, Prescott

Racks in the middle, I hit ten bands off an iPhone
Racks in the middle, you need ten bands calling my phone
Racks in the middle, I hit ten bands off an iPhone
Racks in the middle, you need ten bands calling my phone
I need them racks in the middle, I hit ten bands off an iPhone
Racks in the middle, you need ten bands calling my phone
Racks in the middle, I hit ten bands off an iPhone
Racks in the middle, you need ten bands calling my phone