OneShotAce, Millyz - Racks Lyrics

They just want hold me back
They just want hold me back

I just want to count these racks, they just want to hold me back
More money more.no shit
We got guns, we ain't worried bout that
There's a whole lot of in this bitch
Pray to God that we don't get snatched
Fuck around and go dumb in this bitch, sometimes we don't know how to act

I just want to count these racks, niggas just want to hold me back
More money more.no shit
We got guns, we ain't worried bout that
There's a whole lot of in this bitch
Pray to God that we don't get snatched
Fuck around and go dumb in this bitch, sometimes we don't know how to act

I just want to count these racks, she just want to rub my back
She said she wan go to the club with me, she just want to hold my strap
She gone make sure a nigga get home, she gone wait till a nigga get back
Heard they keep talking down on my name, somebody gon end up getting whacked
I took a risk trying to show em something
niggas acting like gang when they know they wasn't
Foreign whips hit the scene with the Rollie bussin'
I got love for the team like I owe them something
No Don't tell me you loyal, just show me that, if it ain't that , then I know its cap
If I gave you my word, and you know it's facts, I do this for the gang
We gotta get on soon, cause one of these days it could be a case
Get put in a fronto, you know how we play, but this ain't a game
You Thinking your dawg cool, but you gotta watch how these niggas tell jokes
Cause they really meaning that shit on the low
That's why we get money, don't let em get close

I just want to count these racks, they just want to hold me back
More money more.no shit
We got guns, we ain't worried bout that
There's a whole lot of in this bitch
Pray to God that we don't get snatched
Fuck around and go dumb in this bitch, sometimes we don't know how to act

I just want to count these racks, niggas just want to hold me back
More money more.no shit
We got guns, we ain't worried bout that
There's a whole lot of in this bitch
Pray to God that we don't get snatched
Fuck around and go dumb in this bitch, sometimes we don't know how to act

I just want to count these blues, forty on me with the laser
I hit the Coke with the razor, trapping in front the Bodega
Ice on my body a glacier
All of this money on me, I ain't slippin'
Run up the bands my only intention
They caught my bro for a murder, I miss him
They told him life when they gave him a sentence
Pray to god that we don't get snatched, them people is watching'
And they be listening
Lift up my sleeve, and my Cuban is dripping'
I play the game with the trappers ambitious
Pistol on me, cause I can't be a victim
Walk out the door, and I know what I'm risking
These shits ain't Nike, these shits is Christian
I'm in the Bentley, Tokyo drifting
Mixing this Wock, I'm pouring prescription
She gave me the top, and now I'm addicted
Once its a body, there's no way to fix it
Weight on my shoulders, I know how to lift it
Heaven or hell this shit got me conflicted
Walk in the booth, and I keep it realistic
I work for this shit, but they think that I wished it
Throwing these bands in the strippy, I'm twisted Blanco

I just want to count these racks, niggas just want to hold me back
No money more.no shit
We got guns, we ain't worried bout that
There's a whole lot of in this bitch
Pray to God that we don't get snatched
Fuck around and go dumb in this bitch, sometimes we don't know how to act

I just want to count these racks, niggas just want to hold me back
No money more.no shit
We got guns, we ain't worried bout that
There's a whole lot of in this bitch
Pray to God that we don't get snatched
Fuck around and go dumb in this bitch, sometimes we don't know how to act