Correction Lyrics Back to Them Racks by Montana of 300

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with the heat
Ah-ah!

You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't sh*t to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't sh*t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Ayy!), it's back to them racks
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't sh*t to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't sh*t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Ayy, shh, ayy), it's back to them racks

Steppin' on merch, Glock hit his head or his heart, divorce, I tear sh*t apart, slide on your gang
We hit his circle, no dart, a wrap for that boy like a scarf
Put a roll on his a**, it's like tissue, that boy seen a diss, get a missile, we ready to go, too official
Cost me like a tee, gettin' tea in this b*t*h, no Caprisun, I'm squeezin' this b*t*h
They break up, like I'm leavin' a b*t*h, walk up on him, he wheezin' and sh*t, tape his top
Now it's even and sh*t, overboard, ain't no even with this, he want smoke, ain't no breathin' in here (Woo!)
Turn that boy to a pack in this b*t*h, all my fellas, they strapped with this sh*t, get you boxed
You hold off like a package and dip, skrrt off, get lil' movin' fast in a whip (Woo! Woo!)
Uh, back to them bands, though, uh, blue and green on me, but this ain't no flannel, uh
Too hot to handle, uh, lit in this b*t*h, I'ma turn up the panel, uh
Drip like a candle, uh, and why they hate? 'Cause I'm ballin' like Randle
My shooters'll go get a bucket (Bucket), go home, and just act like it's nothin' (Gang!)
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't sh*t to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't sh*t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Ayy!), it's back to them racks
You know I'm saucy, boy, don't ever cross me, it ain't sh*t to get in all black (Black)
We ridin', we sober, man, ain't sh*t to smoke him, we blow, he get turned to a pack (Pack)
All my fellas is fellas that's strapped, run 'round, he get found with his head in his lap (Brrat! Brrat!)
Right after he wack (Shh), it's back to them racks (Tal')

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