Racks Out - Intellectual

[Intro]

Aye, aye, aye!

Aye, aye!

Aye, aye, aye

[Hook: Lil Gray]

I brought the racks out plates

Bitch, big bank always take lil bank, huh

Just work, really nothing to say

Imma' always make a way, give a fuck what you think

Just spent 6, on some sealed up drink

Might take the nigga off cause he don't got no rank

Might pull up with a bomb, no tank

Take your life and then switch my plates

These dog hoes can't sit on my face

Have her bussing my jugs, have her making my plays

He say he gangster but I know its just a phase

Mix has ass up, have him lost in the maze

Uhh uhh bitch, no you can't touch that

Bitch I'm in the field and we not playing touch back

All black in the trap, looking suspect

Sweep you block, they gon' think I came with a dust pan

[Verse: Lil Gray]

It's Lil Gray, a.k.a Mister Big Band

Served a couple grams, now you think you Mister Big Man, huh

All Star, bitch, like Chuck's, huh

Work hard bitch, no luck, huh

Beat the pot, upper cut, huh

Any bank bitch, bust, huh

Anime, eat it up, huh

Hit-hit him with a blue tip, look like Stitch

Hop out the whip with a [?] six

I'm eating steak, your bitch eat my dick

Fuck a role model, bitch, I am that shit

I chase the money like a Junkie

I'm so determined, I gave your brother a purpose

Them hot hollows leave your ass burning

Rid of the vermin

If you fell off I'ma help you resurface

The bitch you love, fucking for perkies

Went and bought a whip, still ain't have no license

Swimming with the sharks, it's ironic, I'm a Pisces

Counted up thirty by the time I was nineteen

You niggas ain't street, man, you niggas do the right thing

If you getting every dollar then I could relate

I hang with the 8's and the snakes

These niggas not lions, these niggas just lying

Been had an A-P for defiance