Slayworld Soulja
I got my racks up
Ayy, let's go
Let's go, oh
Uh, oh
Uh, uh, oh
Yeah, huh, nigga came in with racks, huh, tsch
Yeah, nigga came in with racks, huh
Nigga came in with racks, huh, nigga came in with— huh
I keep my hand on the rifle
I keep a stick by the bible
This bih' just a fan, I one-night her
FN send a fuck nigga high up
Yeah, nigga, I got this city
Now I got these bullets, they hot like a lighter
The Lamb' doors, they suicidal
Keep the pole tucked, nigga, I ain't fightin' nothin'
Nigga got rich as fuck, dropped out, how it's 'posed to be
Made it out, that shit wasn't love, racks wrapped up like groceries
Lil' nigga, you know what's up, we goin' extend', no discussion
Hella bitches, I'm so geeked up, keep a Draco like a russian
Yeah
