Bluntz - Rack Made Lyrics

Ah yeah, ah yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
They said that I'm Rack Made
I make my money off the crack game
I put Codeine in all in my cup
Hmm
The niggas really getting active
And these bitches said that I'm attractive
Spark my joint and tell a nigga match it
In these Streets shit getting tragic
(Shit get tragic)
I done Walked down all these fiends
I done flipped down all these zones
I got 10 to 20 buckets
Really hitting up my phone
In just a minute
If you with it
Then we spinning, leave no witness
Your existence, that'll go missing
With persistence, we'll come hit em
I got some hitters on my Right
I got my trappers by my Left
Bad bitch on my Phone
Yeah she hit me in my text
You f*ck around, you getting vexed
We really running up some checks
He's moving reckless
Tell him check this when we aiming for his neck
Oh yeah, we pouring on codeine, Dawg
Got me in my dreams, Tho
And I ain't never link the Hoe
Unless she on her knees, Bro
Yeah, she love my D, Bro
She suck it, she a freak, Hoe
It's kicked up in the Nino
We drenched out that creek, though
Yeah, I went and checked Camila
Seen I ain't in a villa
Feds out here
Call me a drug dealer
But I ain't No Squealer
So let's just keep it real
I just know a couple niggas hustling
Trying to make a mill
They look me dead up in my face
Crying tears and lied to me
But I know that shit was fake
I pop my Perk, but it's too late
I smoke my blunt up to my face
Ah-Ya
Now I feel awake (Awake) (Ah-Ya)
Like, how much could I take
(Ah-Ya)
Roll another Grabba Shaked
I'm staying Zooted, man
Now I'm getting high
Coming in this bitch like Superman
The way I'm super fly
If these niggas talking Hot Hollow points
It's getting HOT
I just remember days
I was putting all the crack up in the POT
Now the bucktees on my phone
Did this shit solo
They wonder where I been
I been doing it alone
So many niggas dead
I just want get back
I'm gon' keep Filing like
"How much can I pack"
Then I jump up in my German
Sparking up a Fat Wood
With these packs of honey bourbon
Cartier's on my face
It's looking nice when I'm lurking
And I will walk him down
Even if my feet hurting
Don't you even Tweak
You know I'm putting all that work in
He looking at me
He wonder what the f*ck I'm perking
I looked him in his eyes
And this lil' opp boy look too nervous
He look down at his phone
And realize he got no service
He was wondering what I'm doing
But I'm just moving too stupid
Hitting Licks with several sticks
This was just a movement
Making niggas go missing
Niggas know we do this
I can never do no bitching
Shooters are regrouping
I think my niggas on a mission
They said that I'm Rack Made
I make my money off the crack game
I put Codeine all in my Cup
The niggas really getting active
And these bitches said that I'm attractive
Spark my joint and tell a nigga match it
In these Streets shit getting tragic
(Ima get em get em)