Chief Keef – Racks stuffed inna couch Audio

Lyrics Racks stuffed inna couch – Chief Keef

Sos’ baby
GBE baby
Fifth Gang, baby
Sit Gang, baby, Linen Gang, baby
Get It Gang, baby
Ayy, Young Malcolm

Six hundred a ounce, forty my waist
Say two words, four to your face
Stitch his lips up, what did he say
I gotta move the bus, money to make
Got his a*s baked, I was in the late
Put a quarter mill’, p**sy in the hate
I was goin’ state, state to state
Feet on the gas, takin’ no break

Hangin’ out the window, throwin’ my set
Stick made him lose weight, Jenny Craig
Tell my opps, What up though, tell ’em drop dead
Tell ’em all, Suck a d!ck, that’s what I said
Put a check on his head
How much in my pants
Put a check on his head and it got six digits

Six digits, I take my whole f**kin’ hit in a minute
Pull up in that car, actin’ crazy, lease sittin’ in it
I can buy a Bustdown Rollie every minute
N**ga, point me to your block, I send my shorties to talk
He a star player, he send shots, shorty gon’ score
My lil’ cousins just got caught with a switch in the ‘Raq
Your chest up, I got some s**t, put you on your back

Give a f**k what they got, I got that sack
He was sneak dissin’ Sosa, it got him whack’
Boy, ya on thin ice, that s**t might crack
All I know spend that sack and get it right back
RIP Tray Savage, get hit with the MAC
I broke lil baby’s heart, please see if she’s intact
Lamborghini, Hellcat, might see the back
Red Eye, scat pack, might see the Track’

You ain’t talkin’ about the green, I’ll fade to black
Since when I get white money and b**ch, I’m black
Gang stupid T’d up but we don’t do crack
Foenem in the trap, trappin’, might slip you a pack
You all worried about these h*es, go flip you a pack
You been up poppin’ addies, go getchu a nap
Runnin’ up on the gang make yo’ a*s take a nap
You can give motherf**ka a mile and they gon’ take a lap

I got a Tommy gun in my lap
Glory Boyz was made in the trap
You be sneak dissin’ and be on my d!ck
Keep your fit, we want your fitted cap
Ayy, grab his a*s up in some rentals wrap
Sippin’ turtle, b**ch, I’m finna snap
Ayy bro, mute the beat, I’m finna clap
We got pig guns, n**ga, crap

Bah, bah, bah, can you crouch
I got racks stuffed in the couch
I be in less s**t in the house
I get animal style, In N Out
My mind be in the air like a blimp
Tie ya sh*es, b**ch, ’cause I’m a trip
I’m like Harley, b**ch, don’t give me the lip
‘Bout that paper, we gon’ let it rip
You a d!ck suckin’, d!ck holder, hit your lips
Choppa shaking out my hand, had to get a grip
It’s the a*s for me, baby, it’s the hips
She said, Smile for me, Daddy, like I’m Big Gip…

Written by Chief Keef & Young Malcolm
Album: Almighty So 2
Produced by Young Malcolm
Chief Keef | 2022

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