Racc City (Freestyle)

I could never understand how niggas still broke

Rack city, this LA, if you know, you know

Like who we trippin' on? Blower in a Chiefin' coat

I'm from the Stinc Team, he knows that's why his bitch chose

Niggas talkin' like they joints, but I can't tell

Make the baddest bitch in town walk on eggshells

Fuck 12, free Riesing, nigga, free Kels

Long live the cold devil, time to give 'em hell

Mama found my whole arsenal of weapons

Let a nigga think I'm scary, get to shootin', I feel threatened

Every day we be outside, niggas know we heavy steppin'

Bitches on their best behavior any time she's in my presence

If I like her, I don't tell her, I'm an arson with this metal

Niggas seem to know we pressure, real shooter for the record

Let 'em slide, nigga, never, see if niggas are athletic

I think niggas got the message, now here come the paramedics

Uh

Stincs run LA, that's the bottom line

'Bout who trippin', what we doin', what you got in mind?

Jiggy on the dance floor, where Omarion?

I'm a flu flammer, baby, I don't got no time

Too icy, niggas know they ain't as fly as us

Who the bustin'? Who this nigga tryna size me up?

Gon' end up a free throw, bitch, I earn this

Chopsticks, my sensei like, "Where you learn this?"

I think I see some feds around, it's a burnt mission

She gon' tear it off and ho for me, Racc City

Get it out of the kitty, OTK, long live Ketchy

Why you actin' so hot? You're movin' real sketchy

She's tryna party with the team, her man won't let her

My swag incredible, bet you I could bleed Sketchers

Cold demon, Stinc Team construction, it was destined

He said he gon' kill me, I just laughed when he said it

With this ruler, sit down and learn a lesson

Left him sleepin' with the fishes in Bikini Bottom

I got a fee for any nigga with a starin' problem

He get too rich before these stones make his bed rock

Way I hold it on his block, we need more chalk

No stocks, niggas say it's an issue, take a long walk

Krusty the Clown thinks I'm joking, he got Bart choked

I don't want this Wockesha, where the Morton Grove?

Ralph Lauren sweatshirt and the horse big

Jordan shoebox, racks, ain't it gorgeous?

Flight club, kicks fly, please escort him

Fuck a bad bitch, all I do is murk gees

What I tossed up my pocket is a fortune

Greedy nigga, bitch, give me double portions

Big bear shit, all I sip is porridge

U-Haul, check racks in the storage

All I do is bust another portrait

Barry Bonds at the plate, let your boy hit

Not a game, watch it, bitch, I'm courting

Do my phone, nigga, pictures, I'm so tense