Chief Keef - Racks Stuffed Inna Couch Lyrics

Phew, woo, phew, woo (Sos' baby)
Phew, woo, phew, woo (GBE baby)
Phew, woo (Fifth Gang, baby)
Phew, woo, phew, woo, phew, woo (Sit Gang, baby, Linen Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, Young Malcolm)

Six-hundred a ounce (ayy), .40 my waist (my waist)
Say two words (two words), .40 to your face (bah, bah)
Stitch his lips up (ayy), what did he say? (What he say?)
I got moves to bust (bang, bang), money to make (bang, bang)
Got his ass baked (ayy), I was in the late (du-du-duh)
Put a quarter mill' (skrrt), pussy in the hate (bitch)
I was goin' state (skrrt), state to state (state)
Feet on the gas (ahh), takin' no break (ayy, Young Malcolm)
Hangin' out the window (gang), throwin' my set (gang)
Stick made him lose weight (bang), Jenny Craig (bang)
Tell my opps, "What up though?", Tell 'em drop dead (bang)
Tell 'em all, "Suck a dick" (bang), that's what I said (bang, bang) (ayy, Young Malcolm)
Put a check on his head (bang, bang)
How much in my pants? (Bang, ayy, bang, ayy, bang, ayy)
Put a check on his head and it got six digits (ayy, Young Malcolm)
(Bang, ayy, bang, bang) six digits
I'll take my whole fuckin' hit in a minute (bang, bang, bang)
Pull up in that car actin' crazy leave you sittin' in it (bang, ayy, ayy, bang bang, ayy)
I can buy a bustdown Rollie every minute (bang, bang, du-du-duh)
Niggga, put me to your block, I send my shorties to talk (bang)
He a star player, he send shots, shorty gon' score (du-du-duh)
My lil' cousin just got caught with a switch in the 'Raq (bang, bang)
Your chest up, I got some shit, put you on your back (bang, bang, bang)
Give a fuck what they got, I got that sack (bang)
He was sneak dissin' Sosa, it got him whack' (ffft, beep, beep, beep, beep, du-du-duh)
Boy, ya on thin ice that shit might crack (beep, beep, bang)
All I know spend that sack and get it right back (beep, beep, bang)
RIP Tray Savage, get hit with the MAC (bang, Tray Savage)
I broke lil' baby heart, please see if she's in tact (ayy, ayy)
Lamborghini, Hellcat, might see the back (skrrt)
Red Eye Scat Pack might see the track (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You ain't talkin' about the green, I'll fade to black (huh)
Since when I get white money (ayy), and bitch I'm black (Sos' baby, GBE baby)
Gang stupid T'd up, but we don't do crack (Glo Gang)
Foe'nem in the trap, trappin' might slip you a pack (Sit Gang, Linen Gang, Get It Gang, Glo Gang)
You all worried about these hoes go flip you a pack (ayy, ayy, gang, gang)
You been up poppin' addies, go getchu a nap (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Runnin' up on the gang make yo' ass take a nap
You can give motherfucka a mile and they gon' take a lap (bang) (ayy, Young Malcolm)
I got a Tommy Gun in my lap (bang, bang)
Glory Boyz was made in the trap (ayy, bang)
You be sneak dissin' and be on my dick (bang, bang)
Keep your fit, we want your fitted capped (bang) (ayy, Young Malcolm)
Ayy, wrap his ass up in some rental wrap (bang, bang)
Sippin' turtle, bitch, I'm finna snap (bang)
Ayy, bro, mute the beat, I'm finna clap (bang)
We got pig guns, nigga, crab (bang, ayy)
Bah-bah-bah, can you crouch? (Huh?)
I got racks stuffed in the couch (ayy, ayy)
I be in less shit in the house (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I get it animal style, In N Out (bang, bang)
My mind be in the air like a blimp (bang, bang)
Tie ya shoes, bitch, 'cause I'm a trip (bang, bang)
I like how the bitch don't give me the lip (bang, bang)
'Bout that paper, we gon' let it rip (bang)
You a dick suckin', dick holder hit your lips (bang)
Choppa shakin' out my hand, had to get a grip (bang)
It's the ass for me, baby, it's the hips (huh)
She like, "Smile for me daddy," like I'm Big Gip (cheese)