Rack That Shit Lyrics – Faceless 1-7 & Prompto

Rack That Shit Lyrics by Faceless 1-7 & Prompto

*damn turn that beat up*
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
f#cked yo b#tch she callin out she said she want it deep
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me

I dont give a f#ck about your energy
Torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
My ma could afford it

Light up with the syndicate
Then get my b she contorted
Her feet into orbit
I’ll f#ck on the internet

Gone get your girl to record it
My nut on her forehead
Im sad but she into it
You all the same lika a synonym

Huh
Yuh
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me
I gone bring the ruckus got my focus on the fee

Seeing out the black we staying strapped up to the teeth
If you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street
Buried underneath 6ft concrete
Old mate with the ski like c’est la vie

That girls p#ss# taste like made lychee
I’ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
My seed
Compressed between them cheeks

Thats g
Got them buns for fun
She like a cream pastry
An I ain’t done till sun

Done did a 360
Said i ain’t run from nun
Yea i ain’t run from
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With a f#cked up face
Ima take that ace
Triple drop all day
Light split my vein

Till it fit my brain
Tip n slice low fate
So I slide so fake
Like

Get no weight
Don’t get in my way
I been cutting my demons
Till breathing my hate

Upping my eden deleting the pain
But pain is my purpose deserve it
It fate
Racks on racks I get provisions Kodak black got tunnel vision 7 sixes Ben Simmons rookie sh#t no definition amateur you beg to listen open ears with no intentions shed your tears you act like children

Better back off get the f#ck out my way
Grab a chainsaw cut em out of they place
No face no case I’m asserting my fate
Here’s your meal I’ve been serving up plates

No ripndip talk yo sh#t so quick I’m sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish look at my racks like dividends make you say da-da-dadada-damn
How does it feel knowing she is a fan
Making it clap like god damn

Bought a new jacket it came from Japan
Think that I made it I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences My vision is impairing I’m transparent with my privilege
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