"Racks On Racks" lyrics
Max Biggavel
Let's ride
I spent some racks on my clothes (racks on racks on racks)
Hundreds of stacks on the floor (racks on racks on racks)
This bitch came asking for more (baby relax)
When I came back from my tour (I'm back i'm back i'm back)
Got up still back on parole (they hate me cause I'm, black)
Slipped up got back on my toes (it's a black Maybach)
As far as appearances go (I'm black i'm black i'm black)
I wasn't feeling them hoes (oh nah nah nah)
Far as music goes (oo nah nah nah)
I wasn't feeling his flow (ooh nah nah nah)
Nigga your ceilings too low (aye aye yah yah)
This shits much realer than before
I'm riding till I die
These bitches kneel on the floor (I'm flying to the sky)
Do what I tell them to do (ooh la la)
Eat dick and make me some food (T-Bone steak and rice)
Max B you being so rude (I do it out of spite)
Rock the Polartec if I choose
Bitch your eyes will make you blind
I don't ever follow rules (I be drinking while I drive)
If' I'm ever on the news (channel 5 its at 5)
My competitors will lose (as confined say goodbye)
40gm in my jewels (I be aye aye ight)
My bitch petite and she rude (and she fine fine fine)
I sweep the street users to (ohh dry aye aye)
Them shits they sweep after school (you dry aye aye)
Shit Don't stop
Its that everlasting wave (ohh nah nah nah)
Restoration Baby (ohh nah nah nah)
Ohh nah nah nah
I wake up
I don't care what that forecast say
Ima get out
Check the Doormat, Call the men
Chapter Finance
Bring the Brazilian bitch cause she the finest
You pour anyone drinks, Bitch where mines at?
This that EMG shit, Nigga My music Timeless
Got that eye of the Tiger, nigga you spineless
Call me your Majesty, Or your Highness (try this)
See how I transition?
Sous-chef grams kitchen
Great cooking pancakes
200 grams flipped it
Had to check the book, there is 200 grams missing
Keep 3 extra shooters, gram you superstitious
Benzes be looking yummy
And the coupes delicious
Your bitch called me honey, and she too suspicious
Y'all be taking money, you just too fictitious
Room full of groupie bitches
Few of the bitches trippin
Started with 8 of them
2 of the bitches missing
Few of my niggas made it
Few of my niggas didn't
Few of them hard headed
Few of the niggas listened
Gots to tap niggas in, if you ever repositioned
Let's ride
I spent some racks on my clothes (racks on racks on racks)
Hundreds of stacks on the floor (racks on racks on racks)
This bitch came asking for more (baby relax)
When I came back from my tour (I'm back i'm back i'm back)
Got up still back on parole (they hate me cause I'm, black)
Slipped up got back on my toes (it's a black Maybach)
As far as appearances go (I'm black i'm black i'm black)
I wasn't feeling them hoes (oh nah nah nah)
Far as music goes (oo nah nah nah)
I wasn't feeling his flow (ooh nah nah nah)
Nigga your ceilings too low (aye aye yah yah)
This shits much realer than before
I'm riding till I die
These bitches kneel on the floor (I'm flying to the sky)
Do what I tell them to do (ooh la la)
Eat dick and make me some food (T-Bone steak and rice)
Max B you being so rude (I do it out of spite)
Rock the Polartec if I choose
Bitch your eyes will make you blind
I don't ever follow rules (I be drinking while I drive)
If' I'm ever on the news (channel 5 its at 5)
My competitors will lose (as confined say goodbye)
40gm in my jewels (I be aye aye ight)
My bitch petite and she rude (and she fine fine fine)
I sweep the street users to (ohh dry aye aye)
Them shits they sweep after school (you dry aye aye)
Shit Don't stop
Its that everlasting wave (ohh nah nah nah)
Restoration Baby (ohh nah nah nah)
Ohh nah nah nah
I wake up
I don't care what that forecast say
Ima get out
Check the Doormat, Call the men
Chapter Finance
Bring the Brazilian bitch cause she the finest
You pour anyone drinks, Bitch where mines at?
This that EMG shit, Nigga My music Timeless
Got that eye of the Tiger, nigga you spineless
Call me your Majesty, Or your Highness (try this)
See how I transition?
Sous-chef grams kitchen
Great cooking pancakes
200 grams flipped it
Had to check the book, there is 200 grams missing
Keep 3 extra shooters, gram you superstitious
Benzes be looking yummy
And the coupes delicious
Your bitch called me honey, and she too suspicious
Y'all be taking money, you just too fictitious
Room full of groupie bitches
Few of the bitches trippin
Started with 8 of them
2 of the bitches missing
Few of my niggas made it
Few of my niggas didn't
Few of them hard headed
Few of the niggas listened
Gots to tap niggas in, if you ever repositioned
