[Intro]
Rack rack city hündin [repeat]
Mugga on the beat
[Verse 1]
Rack city hündin Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw Du don't know who Du fucking wit?
Got my other hündin fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl Du know what it is
[Hook x2]
Rack city hündin Rack Rack city hündin [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
[Verse 2]
I'mma motherfucking star, sterne (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that hündin hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If Du ain't got no arsch hündin wear a poncho
Head hancho got my sitz back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my hemd, shirt off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad
ratte T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes Liebe me Du know what it is
[Hook x2]
Rack city hündin Rack Rack city hündin [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
[Outro x2]
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack city hündin rack rack city bitch.
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids.
Hunnids hunnids
Rack city hündin rack rack city bitch.
Rack rack city hündin [repeat]
Mugga on the beat
[Verse 1]
Rack city hündin Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw Du don't know who Du fucking wit?
Got my other hündin fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl Du know what it is
[Hook x2]
Rack city hündin Rack Rack city hündin [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
[Verse 2]
I'mma motherfucking star, sterne (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that hündin hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If Du ain't got no arsch hündin wear a poncho
Head hancho got my sitz back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my hemd, shirt off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad
ratte T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes Liebe me Du know what it is
[Hook x2]
Rack city hündin Rack Rack city hündin [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
[Outro x2]
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack city hündin rack rack city bitch.
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids.
Hunnids hunnids
Rack city hündin rack rack city bitch.