lirik lagu lionel b – racks on ya head
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
all my shooters is crazy
them n~ggas go dumb
ain’t no talkin or tellin
from where we come from
we rolling like micky ds
we get that beef done
another funeral shirt
that says the streets won
i’m good in every project
my n~gga check the rep
my goons like bobby brown n~gga
we follow every step
i’m like a janitor, leaving the whole
city swept
you catching clout for sucker sh~t
it’s time to intercept
don’t make me run to the mf car
and comе back wit dem sticks
have you jumping over walls, havе you climbing up trees, you know that florida sick
have you duckin down low, put a tag on ya toe, we on sum crazy sh~t
toys r us, guns go bust, it’s something in the water b~tch
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
(yung booz)
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i don’t give a f~ck who scared n~gga
you a little p~ssy ass n~gga, you on my dog
f~ck who ran with em
ya’ll little n~ggas ain’t sh~t
n~gga no k!lla
n~ggas a dead n~gga
i know n~gga
n~gga you dead for real
get on ya head n~gga
you ain’t go rob nothing
you ain’t pop no glizzy
you ain’t gone shoot on nothing
n~gga send shots you missing
b~tch i’m straight out the bricks
i told that n~gga i’m on my mission
i ain’t never sold no dope, but i seen dope cook in all
the kitchens
i might rob a n~gga, ain’t no tic tac toe
n~gga i’ll wack a n~gga, f~ck it i keep me a pole
ain’t no vvs’s, i might slug up gold
i might slump a body
sh~t that’s all i know
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
(carolina hood rich)
put racks on a f~ck n~gga head
speaking on me, leave a hoe n~gga dead
b~tch i’m a slide out this b~tch like it’s a sled
i don’t wanna talk if it ain’t about bread
chop off the top, ain’t talkin bout a coupe
ain’t got no camera, i’m ready to shoot
i’ll spit on yo block, n~gga f~ck a recruit
big donald start steppin, you know what to do
got them diamonds like sierra leone, they hate
cuz they can’t do sh~t that we on
r.i.p. kobe, i’m ballin like lebron
b~tch i’m a creep, better hope you don’t sleep wrong
i got them racks in the bank, f~ck swiping a card
i got racks in the safe
he soft in the streets, got a pack ya and save
dog go back to church, just stay in ya place
i got the juice, like pac that’s my world
i want the money the diamonds and pearls
don’t step to me wrong, cuz you might lose ya life
i’m known to go dumb, wit the glock and the knife
we show know pity, get nitty and gritty
might dodge the .40 but can’t dodge the bl!cky
i’m the top artist to come out my city
it’s still f~ck my city, cuz they don’t f~ck wit me
i’m already great n~gga pass me the torch
ain’t breaking no sweat, treat this game like a sport
i’ma slam dunk when the ball in my court
these bowl coming half off, like it’s some shorts
shout out lb, got me poppin for real
never knew he would find this in the bill
f~ck all that talkin let’s pull us a drill
you step in that field, and you die in that field
b~tch
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
i’ll put racks on ya head n~gga
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