Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my niggas strapped up and out
It's a lifestyle

Racked up shawty, racked up
All bitches call me racked up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these call me racked up shawty

Racks all on my wrist, all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these all on my check
I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just speak and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money Diddy
niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done fucking ain't answered once now why does ho keep
Y'all niggas be fraudin', acting like got it
That shit you call your nigga that's racks off of my pocket

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, up shawty
And all these bitches call me up shawty

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that (shit)
Damn I Barrack (shit), too much Ciroc (shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and word to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in to the legends (yeah)
We kill niggas for acting, rest in peace to legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" asking
They behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski in Aspen
It's going down, going down, no I brought my ski
Niggas know my cold so I don't ride I ski tracks

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these bitches me racked up shawty

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari out
Black Friday black mac, popping black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this
Baddest bitch, all in her, balling bitch
Ass fat can't sit straight, like griff blake
Chain and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, 'bout 40
Came in with one bitch, out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, my homie Fabo
Know the a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
That Ghost, that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

Racked up shawty, racked up
All these call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches call me up shawty