Two-9 – Rackades (feat. Curtis Williams, Key! & Jace)

[Intro: Key!]
Ooh, aye, uh, aye
Ooh, aye, uh, aye, uh
Ooh, aye, ooh, aye, ooh

[Hook: Key!]
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks

[Verse 1: Key!]
If you dial my number better be about money
You ain’t talkin money, lil boy you a dummy
Pulled out, nutted on her stomach
Pulled it out, nutted on her stomach
Rack rack rack, throw a rack, quarterback
You ain’t no real nigga, boy you a rat
Bands still marchin’, they rat-tat-tat
Bands still marchin’, they rat-tat-tat
A hundred dollar cup what I’m sippin’ on a flight
Venus, Serena. My rackades right
Huh, leave em’ at the light
Huh, leave em’ at the light
You don’t wanna know what I spent last night
Huh, it wouldn’t be right
Huh, rackades, rackades right
Rackades, rackades right

[Hook x2]
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks

[Verse 2: Jace]
Phone just ringing for them rackades
Sittin’ in the cut like a band aid
Mad nigga chillin’ like a hammock
Brand new whip, colour mayonnaise
Know these haters can’t stand me, no
I know they really can’t stand me, yeah
In they city doing damage, yeah
Got them racks just addin’ up
Good with the mathematics, hey
Pullin’ up, really at it, hey
Know that I really got it, hey
You know that we really have it, hey
Savage savage
All of my young niggas really wealthy
Y’all niggas lookin’ very broke
Sorry that we cannot help you
Boy you know that

[Hook x2]
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks

[Verse 3: Curtis Williams]
Pouring a four in a liter
I fuck her once then I leave her
Ridin a whip witha diva
Diamonds go crazy like seizures
I run it up and she love it
I fuck her once, ain’t no hugging
I fuck her once and don’t kiss it
I fuck her once and you missed it
Skrrtin’ off in something different
Don’t ask what a nigga sippin’
I know they gon’ hate on the kid
I fuck his bitch at his crib
Rollin’ deep, niggas lackin’
Phone ringin’ so I’m stackin’
Phone ringin’ yeah I’m stackin’
Pussy niggas still lackin’

[Hook x2]
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em rackades
Phone ringing, ’em racks

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