CuhDeeJah , Blueface - Blue Racks lyrics

Ay, Shawn2, let's fuck it up one time

Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks, what I shit, clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks, what I shit, clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks

25 and savage bitches, Gucci on my ass (Ass)
Sliding through the city with
A hundred thousand cash (Cash)
She flexin' as designer
But you bought that shit at Ross (Ross)
Tryna fuck with me
You know it's really gon' cost (Ha)
All the niggas want me 'cause I real
I got the sauce
I don't want the fuckin' work
I want the motherfuckin' boss
Settin' on your bitch, I wanna fuck me too
I call it big time and
Haters call it brand nеw
The blacker the bеrry
They say the sweeter the juice
I wanna be the remmy to my man, phat puss
Been a boss, bitches
I was slayin' and we need it
I'm steppin' on your next bitches
Better believe
The hottest in my city, I don't gotta fight
I'm catchin' fake
I'm catchin' first class fight
Bomb face like party, flexing racks like say
I'm cultured diamonds drippin' while your
Bitch is still in debt plottin' on me, hoe
That's some you gon' regret
I'ma bag chasing princess every season
I'ma vet, big C's, gossin
I know you see it on my neck
To beef with me hoe, you need to run a check
Run it up, run it up, you hoes made lame
Beefin' with a boss bitch, you got zero game
My daddy make a couple million a month
You think I'm finna settle for a chump (Nah)

Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks, what I shit, clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks, what I shit, clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks

Blueface, baby, yeah, aight
Blue racks in a duffle
I ain't never ever been single
Always kept me a couple
I just put a bitch on my
List and keep it in shuffle
I don't wanna fuck if I can't
Know what I'm moving the most
Been have emotion, yeah, aight, bitch
I'm slippery like lotion
A nigga think he cracked the bitch
That I was just closing
Shit get out of hand up the thing
We rockin' and rollin'
I ain't never ever pulled it out
And the bitch wasn't chokin'
I ain't never ever left the club
And the bitch wasn't goin'
I ain't never ever up the thang
And the bitch wasn't blowin'
I don't kiss until I don't know nothin'
That's all that they knowin' (O oh)
Gettin' on my nerves, it's all that you doin'
Spoon i just can't hear the fork
I ain't coming to spoon i don't wanna talk
Turn around and show me the moon
I don't wanna hear what you could do
Bitch show me the room boom
Now you stuck and don't know what to do

Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks, what I shit, clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks, what I shit, clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Oooh, oooh
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks new racks