RACKS IN MY CITY

Verse 1:
I feel like Tyga
I got racks in my city
Pull up to the club
And you know I stay litty
Pull up to WAZZU
Got you feelin like a Coug
Every day
Every night
We finna booze
Walkin' in to the crowd
Feelin like a stadium
Can't even fuck with him
Cuz' they all scared of em'
Damn girl she fine
Think I wanna make her mine
Sippin on Burnett's this ain't
No fuckin wine and dine

Chorus:
I got racks racks
In my city
I got racks racks
In my city
I got racks racks
In my city
I got racks racks
In my city

Verse 2:
I got racks on her titties
Like the twin cities
Pullin' up to the club
Gotta stay litty
Bounce that ass
Skip that class
Drop it low
Bring it back
Bounce that ass
Skip that class
Drop it low
Bring it back
I got Burnett's all in my cup
Man I feel good as fuck
Shoreline Mafia
Boutta boot it up
I got 20's on me
I got 50's on two
Only bad bad bitches
Go to WAZZU
Only bad bitches rock Jimmy Choo's
Only bad bitches on me and you
On me and you
On me and you

Chorus:
I got racks racks
In my city
I got racks racks
In my city
I got racks racks
In my city
I got racks racks
In my city