Bachir Wade - Blue Racks

(My racks is blue, yeah my racks is blue)
Uh So much money all these racks is blue
Want a feature then i'm taxing you
Told me they ain't going up as fast as you
I'm the hottest but I still be acting cool
Left that boy up on the avenue
These bullets bless him like a pastor do
Call me alpha Everyone is after you
Tall clips let him shaq a fool
She like Bachir please i'm begging you
I know that you see me texting you
Want my pockets i ain't checking you
I was broke you wasn't on my testicle
When you got it all the girls is sexual
Best behavior been the best you on
She just wanted her some saint laurent
Gold diggers no that ain't what i want
Stay 1 hundred say the real from the jump
Or ima cut you off like you was a stump
Have him tweaking like he doing the krump
When i'm ski masked up i'll leave you slumped
Ima god, do you get it?
Always giving them punchies but they never get it
I be feeling i'm too nice i don't get it
Sometimes i look at the mic and regret it
Watch how we click 'til it's red like it's Reddit
This beef stay alive cause my killers won't dead it
Before you go diss on the bro better edit
Cause once you click post it's some blood to be shedded
Damn, why he snapping like this
Bitch I won't stop 'til it's Patek the wrist
Like the president's crowd make it clap in this bitch
Why that boy moving close better back in this bitch
I never changed but my gun it could switch
Call me Lilo cause i stay with a sitch
Feel like Roddy i just want my name to be rich
From the other side check his name off the list
If you want to die we could handle that wish
I been on a roll like i be with the crips
If you want to die we could handle the wish
I been on a roll like i be with the crips
So much money all these racks is blue
Want a feature then i'm taxing you
Told me they ain't going up as fast as you
I'm the hottest but I still be acting cool
Left that boy up on the avenue
These bullets bless him like a pastor do
Call me alpha Everyone is after you
Tall clips let him shaqt a fool
Everybody sleeps on Bachir
This a real M.C hope you hear
Underground artists can't compare
Said I couldn't do it now i'm here
Breaking barriers we breaking the roof off
The beam on nose got him looking like Rudolph
Bachir i'm too hard i can't do soft
These rappers be shitty we call that a poop off
Aye listen you know where ima be
If there's a problem you could just let me see
Ain't a problem they just all on my d
How you gassed up and tank is on e
But i'm on f and I ride like a g
I'm just playing with letters too effortlessly
Get in tune bitch i'm hard in these streets
If this was ball they won't want to guard me
Lyrically they ain't fucking with me
I ain't being humble this shit nun' to me
Like insects I be bugging for free ima pop shit till they swing me a fee
Mommy found out that her baby boy rapping
Ain't tripping too hard cause her baby boy snapping
Told her one day we gon' be living lavish
As long as i'm breathing you know what the fact is
Like Flocka bend both ways with the nina
Catch that boy close range with the heater
Feds come okay I ain't see nun'
He screaming out NoWay! when we beat 'em
(Feds come okay we ain't see nun'
He screaming out NoWay! when we beat 'em)

Written by:
Bachir Fofana

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