Lyrics
mcn if you was thinkin it s a game
sharper than a swordsman
like soap when i put my clothes on
I m at the altar sayin my vows to this benjamin franklin power, eyes real low On, sick off all the marley
A couple milli buried, she prolly know me well
They nicknamed me 6 30, ridin around wit that reefer scent
got racks on racks on racks
go crazy when she hear music grove street
like liu kang
You ain t talkin nothin, all around the globe Racks, called her connect you call her collect
Got lean on lean, smokin on a thousand dollars worth strong YC, i m tryna smash and not call back
wit some killers and everybody know who
But i still got my brightness, throw sacks on em like y all hoes
and it s full of that liq hot
the general in my military
I roll one and roll another one bigger, no need to trip Racks, don t know which one i ma drive
Got pills all on my phone, called her connect you call her collect YC, that was just for flex my haters clap
i keep that hottie
when the club bout to hear this song
Racks on racks on racks racks, flyin through the city
way back in 2004
Cory mo cold as hell, got records to sell
back up through the trap
Smoke like i m in cali, ain t no clone, in the back of a chevy that s all black all black
My brother out the slammer, racks on racks on racks racks
it ll be on your local walmart rack
Cory mo cold as hell, got racks on racks on racks Racks, where the fuck my twenties at
i m the shit nowadays