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chasing rackz (feat. LawgucciTheDon) Video (MV)




Performed By: Haitiboy
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Yvelt Pierre




Haitiboy - chasing rackz (feat. LawgucciTheDon) Lyrics




Rbs shit nigga, suck my dick
You are now listening to haitiboy Records
Yo, pass the gas bro, where the Henny at man haitiboy on the motherf*ckin

I'm just tryna chase racks nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin' but I know, they just tryna yack
Shorty was a hoe, but I know I hit it from the back
Claiming I'm a zoe, but you know, where the bitches at

Say they wanna slide but I don't, see them spittin' yet
Niggas kept on dissin' but I know, they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind but I'm not, tryna flex, yeah
Shorty said she bad but I know, she a thot, yeah

Henny out the bottle nigga, you know that we lit, uh
Bitches kept on talkin', they can, go and suck my dick, uh
Shorty was a hoe, but they ain't about that shit
Finna spend on his block, yeah, get the f*ckin' blood

Boom, boom, boom, niggas kept on talkin' on my name
Yeah, you doin' shit, shorty said she got motion
But I don't see shit, niggas kept on dissin' on my name
Where the bitch at? Shorty was a thot, but I still f*cked up her back

Shorty kept on dissin' on my name, she ain't about that
Shorty kept on dissin' on my name, she ain't about that
I been countin' hundreds, countin' checks, countin' stacks
Niggas kept on cappin' but I'm not tryna flex, like

Man, I don't know what the hell a nigga's problem is, man
If you wanna be, you know what I'm sayin'
If y'all finna hate, move on with that shit
Gon' be takin' money out this bitch

I'm just tryna chase racks, nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin', but I know they just tryna yack
Shorty was a hoe, but I knew I hit it from the back
Hit me numbers up, but you know where the bitches at

Said they wanna slide, but I don't see a spin yet
Niggas kept on dissin', but I know they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind, but I'm not tryna flex yet
Shorty said she bad, but I know she a thot, yeah

Yeah, I got bliggies with me, and I got hunnids too
Yeah, we gon' lay up in your grass and come in clean and cool
If P.T. had to drive a nigga crazy, he don't wanna leave his crib
He might go outside today and nigga might go snatch his head

I'm hoppin' feet, feet, burnin' ass that he eat
Got your hoe up in the car, she tryna lick my meat, meat
Yeah, I'm not a lil' street nigga, I'm a real hustler
I'ma go and get my bread up on Mama Tesla

I know that they ain't bout it, them niggas tryna test us
They pull up here today, I swear to God, I turn them into dust
He flexin' out his pockets, I'ma have to go up in it
He sayin' wrong is wrong and right is right, I know the difference

But if it was the other foot, they wouldn't even speak upon it
So I'ma go up in his crib like Grinch up in the winter
No, I can't never take a loss, I'm a repeat winner
I know the homies only know I'm only bout the guala, nigga

Niggas chase racks, nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin', but I never finish tryna act
Shawty was a hoe, but I know I hit it from the back
Claiming I'm a zoe, but you know where the bitches at

Said they wanna slide, but I don't see who's spittin' yet
Niggas kept on dissin', but I know they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind, but I'm not tryna flex, yeah
Shawty said she bad, but I know she a thot, yeah

I'ma tryna chase racks, nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin', but I never finish tryna act
Shawty was a hoe, but I know I hit it from the back
Claiming I'm a zoe, but you know where the bitches at

Said they wanna slide, but I don't see who's spittin' yet
Niggas kept on dissin', but I know they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind, but I'm not tryna flex, yeah
Shawty said she bad, but I know she a thot, yeah

I'm a conco, baby, 4PL, nigga
Huh? I'm a nigga BP, fool
5L
I'm back

When I come back, I'm back for good
I ain't tryna flex, I ain't tryna diss
All I hear is you suck my dick
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Rbs shit nigga, suck my dick
You are now listening to haitiboy Records
Yo, pass the gas bro, where the Henny at man haitiboy on the motherf*ckin

I'm just tryna chase racks nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin' but I know, they just tryna yack
Shorty was a hoe, but I know I hit it from the back
Claiming I'm a zoe, but you know, where the bitches at

Say they wanna slide but I don't, see them spittin' yet
Niggas kept on dissin' but I know, they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind but I'm not, tryna flex, yeah
Shorty said she bad but I know, she a thot, yeah

Henny out the bottle nigga, you know that we lit, uh
Bitches kept on talkin', they can, go and suck my dick, uh
Shorty was a hoe, but they ain't about that shit
Finna spend on his block, yeah, get the f*ckin' blood

Boom, boom, boom, niggas kept on talkin' on my name
Yeah, you doin' shit, shorty said she got motion
But I don't see shit, niggas kept on dissin' on my name
Where the bitch at? Shorty was a thot, but I still f*cked up her back

Shorty kept on dissin' on my name, she ain't about that
Shorty kept on dissin' on my name, she ain't about that
I been countin' hundreds, countin' checks, countin' stacks
Niggas kept on cappin' but I'm not tryna flex, like

Man, I don't know what the hell a nigga's problem is, man
If you wanna be, you know what I'm sayin'
If y'all finna hate, move on with that shit
Gon' be takin' money out this bitch

I'm just tryna chase racks, nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin', but I know they just tryna yack
Shorty was a hoe, but I knew I hit it from the back
Hit me numbers up, but you know where the bitches at

Said they wanna slide, but I don't see a spin yet
Niggas kept on dissin', but I know they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind, but I'm not tryna flex yet
Shorty said she bad, but I know she a thot, yeah

Yeah, I got bliggies with me, and I got hunnids too
Yeah, we gon' lay up in your grass and come in clean and cool
If P.T. had to drive a nigga crazy, he don't wanna leave his crib
He might go outside today and nigga might go snatch his head

I'm hoppin' feet, feet, burnin' ass that he eat
Got your hoe up in the car, she tryna lick my meat, meat
Yeah, I'm not a lil' street nigga, I'm a real hustler
I'ma go and get my bread up on Mama Tesla

I know that they ain't bout it, them niggas tryna test us
They pull up here today, I swear to God, I turn them into dust
He flexin' out his pockets, I'ma have to go up in it
He sayin' wrong is wrong and right is right, I know the difference

But if it was the other foot, they wouldn't even speak upon it
So I'ma go up in his crib like Grinch up in the winter
No, I can't never take a loss, I'm a repeat winner
I know the homies only know I'm only bout the guala, nigga

Niggas chase racks, nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin', but I never finish tryna act
Shawty was a hoe, but I know I hit it from the back
Claiming I'm a zoe, but you know where the bitches at

Said they wanna slide, but I don't see who's spittin' yet
Niggas kept on dissin', but I know they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind, but I'm not tryna flex, yeah
Shawty said she bad, but I know she a thot, yeah

I'ma tryna chase racks, nigga, where the money at
Bitches say they dissin', but I never finish tryna act
Shawty was a hoe, but I know I hit it from the back
Claiming I'm a zoe, but you know where the bitches at

Said they wanna slide, but I don't see who's spittin' yet
Niggas kept on dissin', but I know they ain't fightin' yet
Money on my mind, but I'm not tryna flex, yeah
Shawty said she bad, but I know she a thot, yeah

I'm a conco, baby, 4PL, nigga
Huh? I'm a nigga BP, fool
5L
I'm back

When I come back, I'm back for good
I ain't tryna flex, I ain't tryna diss
All I hear is you suck my dick
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Writer: Yvelt Pierre
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