Unlimited Racks 🚀 (Ft. Ardy Reapz)

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[Intro]

(Yuh),
Money go then it come back,
Part time nigga make part time money.
(Shit! - yuh)

Pipe down, pipe up, whatever you wanna do,
Ardy!
Money go then it come back, nigga.

[Pre-Chorus]

I'ma go stuff me a bag - yuh. (yeah)
(uh!) Fill it with racks like i got infinite racks (oh my)
I got unlimited racks, bitch i got infinite racks (damn)
I got unlimited racks.

[Chorus]

(yuh, look) 
I got my wrist on glass,
I got the plug if you ask,
throw that shit right in the bag,
I do not look at the tag,
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?

[Verse 1]

Me and all of my niggas pull off in the Uber XL with your bitch,
freak - she got her hands in the Calvin's, she tryna just make the boy stiff.

She we want me to take her out like a gentleman or aristocrat,
after she say she was tired well I'm tryna get in the hoe like a fix a flat. 

All my homie they pistol pack,
I call 'em my pistol pack;

(yuh) She look good in that thong (thong thong thong thong) that she might brain Cisco back.
She want my dick so bad - she got me bustin' off like a missle pad. (whoa!)

I got my wrist on glass - damn,
I'm in the vip if you ask,
If you ask where Im at they gone' point to the top like a disco dance.

Homie cookin' that white up no Crisco now,
His wrist go round.
Homie stick around with that stick around,
just in case shit go down. 

[Pre-Chorus]

I'ma go stuff me a bag - yuh. (yeah)
(uh!) Fill it with racks like i got infinite racks (oh my)
I got unlimited racks, bitch i got infinite racks (damn)
I got unlimited racks.

[Chorus]

(yuh, look) 
I got my wrist on glass,
I got the plug if you ask,
throw that shit right in the bag,
I do not look at the tag,
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?

[Verse 2]

(yeah! look) Order order in the court,
you can get a corpse,
that's a number 4, 
you can get it served - ordered to ya door,
I'll even bring a fork. Anything more?

I'ma be in Forbes,
sharper then a pin,
I been eating souls, 
I been drinkin oil,
I can yoga flame - I can rap a storm,  
I can simile, 
I can metaphor. (yuh)

That bitch a groupy no group,
go biggie smalls for the loot,
crackin' your jaw for the loot, 
leave my lil dog on her tooth, 

She caught a glare off the glass, 
that nigga stare and we spazz, 
that askin me how much it cost,
I did not look at the tag! 

[Outro/Final Chorus]

I got my wrist on glass,
I got the plug if you ask,
throw that shit right in the bag,
I do not look at the tag,
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?

Unlimited Racks 🚀 (Ft. Ardy Reapz)

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