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Jace Iayze - Racks To The Hood Lyrics

[Intro: Xanman, iayze, & Swerve]
Ooh
Okay, okay, ooh (Go)
Okay, cool (Go, ugh)
Ooh
Okay, okay, ooh (Go, ugh)
Okay, heyshootbaby, ooh (Real Murdaworth shit, bitch)
Ayy-ayy, Swerve where the fuck you go bro? (Ugh)
I'm right here, I'm right here, bro
Oh, alright (Ayy, bitch)

[Chorus: Xanman]
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers, I'm extraterrestrial
My Cartier frame and I look intellectual
OG call me said, "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin', want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He like, "I'm a real shooter," or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good (Ayy, [?] go crazy)
Street nigga, still bring racks to the hood

[Verse 1: Xanman]
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Young nigga, I been so misunderstood
We turn the block, thе cabin in the woods
Call me Gru, I wish a nigga would
I sold him rerock, you could see thе fuzz
Big ass shotgun, I'm Elmer Fudd
You could tell how he movin' he ain't really a blood
I told [?] I started supplyin', Xanman, once upon a time
My old plug said "Let's take a ride"
He scrapin' the pan like we deep fryin'
Ran in his home, tied his arm to a side like, "Where all that gas that you tried to hide?"
Pede took the Glock, sayin', "Look in my eyes, I'm only gonna ask you one time"
12 thinkin' that they got it this time, another suspect identified
I love big Drac', you know we gon' spin them guys
Bitch too toxic, I think she a Gemini
I'm seein' red but I'm not the crimson guy
Told his ass go to sleep like he is hypnotized
Dropped out of school, I don't know how to simplify
He put in a order ain't know it was missing fries
[Chorus: Xanman & iayze]
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers, I'm extraterrestrial
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say, "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin', want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He like, "I'm a real shooter," or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay, good (Ugh)
Street nigga, still bring racks to the hood (Racks to the hood)

[Verse 2: Iayze]
My Stop Six nigga bang blood like Suge (Like Suge)
Say he wanna kill me, well okay, you should (You should)
Set a nigga up through a bitch from the hood (Ugh)
Count money up like—, it felt too good (Okay, fah)
Choppa gon' shoot, and make him "Ugh" (Make him "Ugh")
I'm in the coupe, this bitch run (Ugh)
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Couple AP's I still wanna flood
There's a couple of bitches I'm tryna fuck
She know that I'm up but I don't give a fuck
I got big rolls, hella hoes, now she wanna suck (Suck)
New ARP and it's fuckin' 'em up
If I miss my shot then a nigga in luck (Ugh)
When we in public we keepin' 'em tucked
I know some niggas I really can't trust
Sippin' on Tris, he sippin' on Tuss'
.30 gon' slide in a stolo truck
And me and Rino finna pour a four up
They be like "Jace, bitch, you finna go up"
Brand new drake, that bitch don't got a butt
She gotta lil' pretty face but she don't got a butt (Don't got a butt, ugh)
[Outro: Xanman & iayze]
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers, I'm extraterrestrial
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say ,"I'm tryna better you"
A youngin', want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He like, "I'm a real shooter," or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street nigga, still bring racks to the hood
My Stop Six nigga bang blood like Suge