Racks freestyle
• Written by Justinshaw
Yea you know i got the racks in my back pocket,
wallet so big its close to to my chest locket.
Flow so big you can never stop it,
destroy all the haters who try to cop it,
ya know the Ferrari, well I copped it.
Uhm, sincerely noted just for you fakers,
known to kill a guy and i deliver undertaker,
just a grim reminder death is my eraser.
Drank a fifth now grass is my chaser,
piece in my pocket point to your head laser,
call it close shave barber shop razor.
Racks comin my, cuz this is my way,
take a stack of benjis buy some wings and fly away.
Sky limit, searched the game P.I. way,
law forced in a old school way,
this is the way in which i get my pay.
obedient dog dont move, heel,
slick bars fire lubed ky,
"hey i think i know that guy"
bitch same my name bust your eye like you have a sty,
no beggin please i dont like pleas,
i dont listen to well if you know what i mean.
You may be good but i shrug it off,
continue down star walk while i talk the talk,
if your bringin bullshit you might as well stall,
Shitty verse flow from your lips like screeching chalk,
Smoke so much my color green i hulk,
maskin my money, baskin with honeys
my flow is tight, bitch, you just funny,
get out my house if you feelin that bummy,
the racks i make got me feelin Trumpy,
cant stand haters cause they make me really grumpy,
Like wayne or drake my verses be bumpy.
system poppin so loud my trunk is ajar,
know what you thinkin howd he get that car?
With racks like this i must be a star.
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Justinshaw
Member since January 2 2014