Dame C-Note - Rackages (feat. Yungn Baby Guapo)

Trapping it
Rackages aye
Know we get them rackages
Guap
Yea yea
Freemoney shit
Aye aye

Them rackages
Niggas know we got them rackages
A whole nother load of them packages
Yeah we get the money stackin it
We trappin it
Servin
Ballin niggas Kyrie Irving
Pussy niggas make em nervous
These niggas cops
When I catch a opp
Ima send them shots
Lay em on the block
And these niggas they forever foldin
I like fettuccine I like guacamole
I get to the money that's my only motive
Yea
I got motion
I can make yo bitch flood like a ocean
Jus made a play and I ain't need no coachin
Nothing come before the bread ain't no loafin

Mix the hen wit a 4 that's a potion
I run off wit yo hoe and I bust her wide open
All this dope that I smoke got me floating
I'm dripping plain Jane all this shit on me golden
9 Times outta 10 yea that 9 what I'm totin
In love with this money I run it up lonely
Spill blood on this money you running up on me
Show some bucks to yo bitch she gon fuck on the homie
You trustin that bitch I put trust in this .40
Yea
Im poppin I'm poppin shit
Shots in the glock ready to go I ain't cockin shit
He ain't bout getting guap me and him we the opposite
Got the pack in from guap all the prices he drop the shit
She a thot for these knots she on go wit that sloppy shit
Bro on go wit that chop swear to God that he droppin shit
All this dope in my lungs swear I don't got no oxygen
Take a rack out in ones hit the strippers wit Washington

When I walk in this bitch they be watching me
I already said nothing come before broccoli
Came from the bottom but no nigga toppin me
I'm always picking the car in monopoly
I talk my shit and I'm backin it
I take the seal and I'm crackin it

My bro fell in love wit that actavis
I been chasin these racks I be stackin it

Them rackages
Niggas know we got them rackages
A whole nother load of them packages
Yeah we get the money stackin it
We trappin it
Servin
Ballin niggas Kyrie Irving
Pussy niggas make em nervous
These niggas cops when I catch a opp
Ima send them shots lay em on the block
And these niggas they forever foldin
I like fettuccine I like guacamole
I get to the money that's my only motive
Yea
I got motion
I can make yo bitch flood like a ocean
Jus made a play and I ain't need no coachin
Nothing come before the bread ain't no loafin

Written by:
Christian Miller, Damien Crowder

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