Troy. - Unlimited Racks (feat. Ardy Reapz)

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An episode of the Hip-Hop podcast, hosted by Hip-Hop, titled "Troy. - Unlimited Racks (feat. Ardy Reapz)" was published on July 31, 2018 and runs 2 minutes.

July 31, 2018 ·2m · Hip-Hop

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🔊 YouTube Live Stream: http://aia.ag/Chill-Radio 🔊 🎧 Spotify Playlists: spotify.aia.ag/AIA_Spotify 🎧 💥Stream Here: https://fanlink.to/VNQ -> Submit Music: aia.ag/Music-Submissions -> Feature Our Music: [email protected] -> Business / Licensing Inquires: [email protected] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ➥ Follow AiA: @aiapresents https://facebook.com/aiagency https://twitter.com/aiagency https://instagram.com/aiagency -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] (Yuh), Money go then it come back, Part time nigga make part time money. (Shit! - yuh) Pipe down, pipe up, whatever you wanna do, Ardy! Money go then it come back, nigga. [Pre-Chorus] I'ma go stuff me a bag - yuh. (yeah) (uh!) Fill it with racks like i got infinite racks (oh my) I got unlimited racks, bitch i got infinite racks (damn) I got unlimited racks. [Chorus] (yuh, look) I got my wrist on glass, I got the plug if you ask, throw that shit right in the bag, I do not look at the tag, I do not look at the tag, why would i look at the tag? I do not look at the tag, why would i look at the tag? [Verse 1] Me and all of my niggas pull off in the Uber XL with your bitch, freak - she got her hands in the Calvin's, she tryna just make the boy stiff. She we want me to take her out like a gentleman or aristocrat, after she say she was tired well I'm tryna get in the hoe like a fix a flat. All my homie they pistol pack, I call 'em my pistol pack; (yuh) She look good in that thong (thong thong thong thong) that she might brain Cisco back. She want my dick so bad - she got me bustin' off like a missle pad. (whoa!) I got my wrist on glass - damn, I'm in the vip if you ask, If you ask where Im at they gone' point to the top like a disco dance. Homie cookin' that white up no Crisco now, His wrist go round. Homie stick around with that stick around, just in case shit go down. [Pre-Chorus] I'ma go stuff me a bag - yuh. (yeah) (uh!) Fill it with racks like i got infinite racks (oh my) I got unlimited racks, bitch i got infinite racks (damn) I got unlimited racks. [Chorus] (yuh, look) I got my wrist on glass, I got the plug if you ask, throw that shit right in the bag, I do not look at the tag, I do not look at the tag, why would i look at the tag? I do not look at the tag, why would i look at the tag? [Verse 2] (yeah! look) Order order in the court, you can get a corpse, that's a number 4, you can get it served - ordered to ya door, I'll even bring a fork. Anything more? I'ma be in Forbes, sharper then a pin, I been eating souls, I been drinkin oil, I can yoga flame - I can rap a storm, I can simile, I can metaphor. (yuh) That bitch a groupy no group, go biggie smalls for the loot, crackin' your jaw for the loot, leave my lil dog on her tooth, She caught a glare off the glass, that nigga stare and we spazz, that askin me how much it cost, I did not look at the tag! [Outro/Final Chorus] I got my wrist on glass, I got the plug if you ask, throw that shit right in the bag, I do not look at the tag, I do not look at the tag, why would i look at the tag? I do not look at the tag, why would i look at the tag?

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