kingtut

Cash (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yuh
Racks
Slatt
Hold on
Slattydon
Hardrock
Uh, Go

Swaggin' out everyday, huh
In the field I'm makin' plays, yeah
I'm piling on racks, I'm piling on bags
On the way to the show, I'm counting it fast
I used to sit right there at the Sicko
I knew I would blow since the get go
My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO
I was seein' racks before the deal
Gotta walk in my shoe to see how it feel
My life like a goddamn movie
All this shit is real surreal
I got gold on me, King Tut
I'm ridin' with a slut
Yeah, y'all boys can't fuck with us
They can't do shit to us
Money longer than a limo
Longer than a model bus
You can think I'm ridin' solo
But it's you versus all of us (yeah, yeah)
I put some rack on your head if I got to
You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do
Pull up to New York, and I went to Nobu
Then went out to LA, and I hit up Nobu again
Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu
Applyin' force, you see I ain't tellin' you
She hit up my phone, Hardrock I'm feelin' you

Hit her now she got a soul-tie
Can't trust that nigga now
Look in his eyes all I see is lies
Eyes on bloodshot
Bust at that boy gave him blood clots
Grandpa love Reggae
She riding dick screaming bombaclaat
Put some cash all on me
I'm goin' up, just like the stocks
Gave her one night with Hardrock
Then I told that bitch kick rocks
Ridin' round, lookin' for the opps
We real good at wipin' out your blocks
Flag on my head, Tupac
'Bout that Thug-Life, Tupac

Swaggin' out everyday, huh
In the field I'm makin' plays, yeah
I'm piling on racks, I'm piling on bags
On the way to the show, I'm counting it fast, yeah
I used to sit right there at the Sicko
I knew I would blow since the get go
My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO
I was seein' racks before the deal
Gotta walk in my shoe to see how it feel
My life like a goddamn movie
All this shit is real surreal
I got gold on me, King Tut
I'm ridin' with a slut
Yeah, y'all boys can't fuck with us
They can't do shit to us
Money longer than a limo
Longer than a model bus
You can think I'm ridin' solo
But it's you versus all of us (yeah, yeah)
I put some racks on your head if I got to
You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do
Pull up to New York, and I went to Nobu
Then went out to LA, and I hit up Nobu again
Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu
Applyin' force, you see I ain't tellin' you
She hit up my phone, Hardrock I'm feelin' you