EL Reon - Who Got the Racks

Who got the racks?
They ain't got a clue
I'm a flex depend on the mood
Pop the perc shawty get groove
Come shop with me you can't lose
Who got the racks?
They ain't got a clue
I'm a flex depend on the mood
Pop the perc shawty get groove
Come shop with me you can't lose
Come here wit dat cash come get bag
We ain't playin
All my life planned to be the greatest
Fuck hoes count plenty paper
You ain't gotta say it I see you hatin
I got you fuck niggas participating
Play wit a sack get eliminated
We on the grind
Tryna stack these millions
I can't quit I'm back in it
Flow dope like it got crack in it
I see you gotta car don't lack in it
Shorty ride around wit a f and n
Hollows blow yo chest in
Young nigga crept wit da wind
All i need in this life a sin
Is my mother fuckin girlfriend
On dat Konkrete shit
103 shit
They envy me quick
Said I wouldn't be shit
I'm on defense
Always creeping
My bitch decent
My bitch conceited
Bad for no reason
I get deep in
She wanna eat me
Wanna be a secret
That's how you keep it
Fuck ha like a demon
Go out your evening
Bitch I'm back to business
Who got the racks?
They ain't got a clue
I'm a flex depend on the mood
Pop the perc shawty get groove
Come shop with me you can't lose
Who got the racks?
They ain't got a clue
I'm a flex depend on the mood
Pop the perc shawty get groove
Come shop with me you can't lose

Written by:
Darion Smith

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