I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack racing, been dying to get this money up Wrap the truck, mount it up, had to paint the Hellcat 12 been on my ass, they tryna say I run a gang Every time a body drop they go to throwin' up my name I'm like I don't even trap no more I been makin' these K's out the studio I ain't even been around to serve my folks I ain't touched a brick in so long I'm like look don't call my phone, I barely know what's goin' on It be like damn that's your bro, I seen that nigga at your show I ain't been it, I ain't in it I been tryna chase these millions I been fucking all these bitches Now my ho won't leave me 'lone Talkin' 'bout I did her wrong I'm like fuck that shit, I'm gone I'm goin' back to the hood Put all my lil niggas on
I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
I did a thousand pounds a week Them suckers know I run the streets I put a hundred on his head Baby bro make sure he dead I told Lil make sure the bag right That young nigga living the fast life Told my bitch put up a half a million Gotta make sure that that stash right Lately I been rack racing then stacking all this damn paper My niggas say they need me and they know that I'ma feed 'em If it's pressure then we squeeze 'em Red dot, I don't like you if you Cleveland Got a couple crips ridin' with me and I ain't from Four Seasons I told Lil Baby that I'm with it Any nigga playin' they get they issue I sent a hundred fuckin' missiles He said fuck it, handle business I told him clear the fucking block Get out the way, let's set up shop I sent a hundred fuckin' blocks Took over the street nigga, we rock
I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
