Racks Up Lyrics

[Intro: Suigeneris]
Ha, gang, yeah
Cito made this beat bitch
Ay, yeah, yeah, Cito

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in [?] to f*ck [?]
Sacks up, racks up, [?] best up, [?]
p*ssy boy he mad, huh
Sacks racks up, [?] best up, [?]
p*ssy boy he mad, huh

[Verse 1: Suigeneris]
Ouuuu, damn, too much drink don't slip
Jump in the p*ssy then I go and take a piss
Its a new [?] baby always new on the shit
See him looking [?] looking like a bitch
I got a new check, and I spent it on a whip
When I'm walking out the crib, got a choppa on my hip
If a p*ssy talks shit, I'm a blow him in his lip

[?] shawty, yeah I hit it, Tyrone [?]
Mama hear this song, she be looking like "No this not my child"
Bitch I'm on codiene, and I'm slumped jus like I'm Pacquiao
Someone tell these hoes, put these titties out, mardi growl

[Chorus: Suigeneris] I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in [?] to f*ck [?]
Sacks up, racks up, [?] best up, [?]
p*ssy boy he mad, huh
Sacks racks up, [?] best up, [?]
p*ssy boy he mad, huh

[Verse 2: Craig Xen]
Said I walked in this bitch like I'm Osama Bin Laden
I got my gucci turban on me [?] a Laker
Pull up, blacked out the doors, [?] do not do [?]
Uh, blow like a [?], diamonds often Atlantic
I just got topped off, from down south, big dick in her jaws
And I make ten bands on merch, [?]
I''m not gonna text that bitch back, I'm not returning no calls
Its Xen and Lil Suigen, choppas shot like [?]

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in [?] to f*ck [?]
Sacks up, racks up, [?] best up, [?]
p*ssy boy he mad, huh
Sacks racks up, [?] best up, [?]
p*ssy boy he mad, huh

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