Guap Tarantino, Casino - Rack Racer lyrics

I just did that shit
Put them birds in the Bentley
Can't fuck with these new niggas
Keep the nerds out the kitchen
I can't trust a thot bitch, man
Them bitches round here sinnin
Run that shit up, then I ship it
I'm designer with them tickets
Rack racing, sack chacing
Big faces, money taking

Young nigga move that work
From Atlanta to the table
Got prices on your head
I a young nigga hit that table
Nigga really gettin that paper
Fuck you, bitch, see you later
Got a Glocc 19 with a laser
Switch on me, might make it graze ya
My diamonds drippin water, bitch
I think you need a sailor
I put these bitches in bags, man
You know I don't save her
That tech off you, pussy boy
Don't touch my paper tell my old hoe
You might get some dick for good behavior
I got the work
You know I'm really in the streets
I get hoes fuckin for free, yeah, Freebands
You know I put in work
And you know Casino is gang
You know I fuck with him

I just did that shit
Put them birds in the Bentley
Can't fuck with these new niggas
Keep the nerds out the kitchen
I can't trust a thot bitch, man
Them bitches round here sinnin
Run that shit up, then I ship it
I'm designer with them tickets
Rack racing, sack chacing
Big faces, money taking

Tryna take the gun out the bag
I'm on Perkasit
Got your bitch, don't forget
12 goin shoot, when I shine
These diamonds, take your hoe
I think it's perfect timing
All the shining, since the trap boomin
Pour up the 4 in my face, fuck the law
That's a Fileep on my neck, man
Fuck the law blue hundreds, passed around
I ain't order it
Blue strips in my pocket, got bands
Throwin bricks, like I was young, man
We going guap mode, we bout to drop a bag
Hit up my bro Future, didgital dash

I just did that shit
Put them birds in the Bentley
Can't fuck with these new niggas
Keep the nerds out the kitchen
I can't trust a thot bitch, man
Them bitches round here sinnin
Run that shit up, then I ship it
I'm designer with them tickets
Rack racing, sack chacing
Big faces, money taking