Lil Chase - Racks Came Thru Lyrics

Brand new shoes

Brand new

Brand new shoes
I can take like two
The racks came thru
Margiela boots
Dior sun shades
They wanna see what's knew
If Im down to ride
Puerto Rican I flew
Stomp these niggas like Chris
Brown lil shorty
No no no my bitch
If she naughty
100 miles my pitch,
And my car match that speed
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And my chain on Gretzky

I wanna lay up in the tropics, fly a bad bitch out jus to sauce her
Life savings up in the mattress, I jus don't trust
My account
You wanna love me I'm heartless, baby I'm sorry
Baby I'm sorry

Pay the fee, for using me and treating me Average
Like who is he, wanna b me, he don't even want no static
Looked at me, then threw the key, and locked me up in shackles
Jewelry piece, rock jeans, I fly shit like nasa

You say I'm still worth the hurt on you're worst days
I still think about the worst on my best days
I got more cocky you can't treat me like the old chase
Should I do the masi? Or the all black tinted porchae

Brand new shoes
I can take like 2
The racks came thru
Marigjela boots
Dior sun shades
They wanna see what's knew
If Im down to ride
Puerto Rican I fleww
Stomp these niggas like Chris
Brown lil shorty
No no no my bitch
If she naughty
100 miles my pitch,
And my car match that speed
Extended clip
And my chain on Gretzky