fatt macc - 50 raccs lyrics
[intro]
i can show you how to f_ck it up, i can show you how to eat a plate
sh_t, i got a recipe, n_gga
[chorus]
give me fifty racks
five hundred for these loads, get you a hundred pack
you don’t like it, i’m the type to give your money back
’cause i’m the type to double tax, i know you comin’ back
put your mans on, it look like he got a stack, it look like you somethin’ in a minute with your trappin’ ass
a hundred fifty thousand, i ain’t lookin’ back, tell the feds, “get off my d_ck,” i been chillin’ with my rappin’ ass
[verse 1]
long live the members, rip the vacuum sealers, might just still take a risk with my lil’ trappin’ ass
gotta sell them b_tches whole ’cause they sell cookie, every n_gga walk up out my trap gon’ need a garbage bag
he say he ran up a hundred, he ain’t buy no ice or nothing, n_gga ain’t ran up sh_t, he must be walking fast
mill still sell cookies, he been on the block, posted all day with a blade and a covid mask
you tryna shake back?
[chorus]
give me fifty racks
five hundred for these loads, get you a hundred pack
you don’t like it, i’m the type to give your money back
’cause i’m the type to double tax, i know you comin’ back
put your mans on, it look like he got a stack, it look like you somethin’ in a minute with your trappin’ ass
a hundred fifty thousand, i ain’t lookin’ back, tell the feds, “get off my d_ck,” i been chillin’ with my rappin’ ass
[verse 2]
when you got money, you got problems, when you broke, then you don’t
you got four or five plugs on the squares, then you on
n_gga ran off and we broke them off, boy, this ain’t no joke
take a trip and you’ll be up tomorrow, i’m telling you what i know
he can’t bring them b_tches to you, better go and get ’em
we can’t put ’em on that route, i know a way to send ’em
i was scared as h_ll when i sent that last box, hundred fifty pounds in the mail, this b_tch weigh a n_gga
i don’t even want the whole sixty
[chorus]
give me fifty racks
five hundred for these loads, get you a hundred pack
you don’t like it, i’m the type to give your money back
’cause i’m the type to double tax, i know you comin’ back
put your mans on, it look like he got a stack, it look like you somethin’ in a minute with your trappin’ ass
a hundred fifty thousand, i ain’t lookin’ back, tell the feds, “get off my d_ck,” i been chillin’ with my rappin’ ass
[outro]
put your mans on
y’all both looking bad
y’all n_ggas need to come up with a plan
i don’t know what the f_ck you n_ggas doing
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