Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here
I'm so high off this Oxy, I bet I couldn't even steer
I feel like I'm Osami, where'd you get the molly
I'ma put that Wock' up in my cup, don't put no Jolly
Yeah, the way she riding dick just like you ride a trolley
I was in New York, two years ago, I was at Barney's
I had Wock' up in my cup, this shit so purple, just like Barney
Feel like Pluto, feel like Uzi when I'm talkin', brand new Marni
I had money on me, baby
So come, come get it off me
I got these rackies on, come get it off me
I can't talk about this shit, 'cause it's too federal
I can't wait on a bitch, I got a schedule
I'm on a race with the game, I'm way ahead of you
I always in that, been first place, come win this medal, boo
507KAZ - RACKIE FITNESS (feat. ay3demi) Lyrics
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Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here
I'm so high off this Oxy, I bet I couldn't even steer
I feel like I'm Osami, where'd you get the molly
I'ma put that Wock' up in my cup, don't put no Jolly
Yeah, the way she riding dick just like you ride a trolley
I was in New York, two years ago, I was at Barney's
I had Wock' up in my cup, this shit so purple, just like Barney
Feel like Pluto, feel like Uzi when I'm talkin', brand new Marni
I had money on me, baby
So come, come get it off me
I got these rackies on, come get it off me
I can't talk about this shit, 'cause it's too federal
I can't wait on a bitch, I got a schedule
I'm on a race with the game, I'm way ahead of you
I always in that, been first place, come win this medal, boo
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here
I'm so high off this Oxy, I bet I couldn't even steer
I feel like I'm Osami, where'd you get the molly
I'ma put that Wock' up in my cup, don't put no Jolly
Yeah, the way she riding dick just like you ride a trolley
I was in New York, two years ago, I was at Barney's
I had Wock' up in my cup, this shit so purple, just like Barney
Feel like Pluto, feel like Uzi when I'm talkin', brand new Marni
I had money on me, baby
So come, come get it off me
I got these rackies on, come get it off me
I can't talk about this shit, 'cause it's too federal
I can't wait on a bitch, I got a schedule
I'm on a race with the game, I'm way ahead of you
I always in that, been first place, come win this medal, boo
Writer: KAZII alive
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