Tj Racks - 93 Octane

Racksss, Yayyy
Money, green, like the money
Yeah, Hey
Aye he ain't never threw no shots at us
Never threw no rocks at us
So why these niggas always lying
Talking about they got at us
Over here we get cheese
If you want a little beef then we gone chop his body up
B-b-b-body shots
I p-p-popped a opp straight out the cut
Say ch-ch-cheese for the camera
Nigga got trap's like bee's in Atlanta
B's, Put another 3 in the Fanta
In this V8 I'm drinking on Fuego
All these sticks in the trunk I might go by a panda
And I'm, fucking on a cougar, Black Panther
Had to, fuck a nigga bitch then pass her
Little bitch, hoe better go back to campus
She was ratchet, so the little hoe got cancelled
I like smoke like cancer
I know ghost like Casper
I know folk's like rappers
But I might just smoke a rapper
Boy don't get popped like smoke
Cause we got poles that's not for dancers
We ain't got time for dancing
When you getting money ain't no time for classing
I live that Rockstar life
White hoes say I'm some like Marilyn Manson
RACKS, I be killing niggas like Charles Manson
Since I been getting Racks like Terrione Jackson
He can't see through the tint on this coupe when we passing
Five percent, never pull up like the Jetsons
Fish bowl, you won't never catch me resting
Restless, you won't ever catch me wrestling
I keep that rocket like Houston, Texas
I'm texting my opp just hope they get the message
Reckless, send a nigga up to God
I'll leave a nigga by the pond
I had to beat a nigga in the pod
Only one me beat a nigga and his squad
Oh he want beef, eat a nigga right on sight
Like the police beat a nigga with the rod
Young O.G everyday we taking flight
We really trap, rob, and doing fraud
Yeah, I might get frisky you
When you leave the house
You better bring your pistol with you
If I catch a opp slipping we gone get him
If I catch a cop with him we gone kill him
Give up the beans or nigga we gone spill him
Just like Chicago music we gone drill him
Put a whole in his hoodie like Kanye
Aye he ain't never threw no shots at us
Never threw no rocks at us
So why these niggas always lying
Talking about they got at us
Over here we get cheese
If you want a little beef then we gone chop his body up
B-b-b-body shots
I p-p-popped a opp straight out the cut
Say ch-ch-cheese for the camera
Nigga got trap's like bee's in Atlanta
B's, Put another 3 in the Fanta
In this V8 I'm drinking on Fuego
All these sticks in the trunk I might go by a panda
And I'm, fucking on a cougar, Black Panther
Had to, fuck a nigga bitch then pass her
Little bitch, hoe better go back to campus
She was ratchet, so the little hoe got cancelled

Written by:
Terrione Jackson

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