Meek Mill - Racked Up Shawty Lyrics






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Racked Up Shawty Lyrics

It's M and G
All my niggars strapped up and racked up
It's a lifestyle nigga
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racks all of my wrists, racks all of my neck
I spend racks all of my bitch
Look at these racks all over my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I racked up
Fuck the bitches she tapped out
Fuck the bitches and I pass out
On my apartment on j Stackhouse
Cause I borrow hard I'm sweated out
All black men vex up
You'll niggas just been shit
And I little shit that I write box
These racks came from my crack house
Dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't never seen
Got dirty of in that fifty
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy
Tell them hoes that I'm bowling
Why the fuck I answered once
Now why the hell is keep calling
You'll niggas be fowling
Acting like you all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga
That's racks out of my pocket

Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

My shoes cost me a rack
My iPhone of the rack
My presidential Rowley
I'm calling at Barack
Damn that Barack, too much Iraq
Won't catch me and that passenger
That's where the pot
That's where it be
Recipes that are legends
We kill niggas for the acting
Rest in peace all them legends
Catch me in that Aston
I'm what's up for asking
They talk behind my bitch back
They must have seen her ass too
From H tail like the astro small car her ass too
Pop pills no aspirin like a sky slope in Aspen
It's going down, it's going down
Now I brought my sky racks
Niggas know my flow close
SO I don't ride I sky tracks

Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

Racked up I'm racked out
Black Friday, black man
Popping space blackjack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease
Made you 50 this week
Baddest bitch all in bowling bitch ball center
Ass fat, can't sit straight
Bought her like green blake
They blew her white pin state
Throe her over mixtape
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

Shout my hommie Meek Mill
Shout my hommie Fabo
Bellow the crib Cup Mill
I ain't trying to brag
That coke boy that Mayback
That bad boy that stage strap
That ghosts fuck that Mayback
Baddest whores say that

Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty
Racked up Shawty, Racked up Shawty
All these bitches call me Racked up Shawty

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