Organic Racks - Larry June

Shit

Goddamn

Sock it to me

Groovy

Yeah

Good job Daniel

You’re doing good

Groovy

I’m just warming up

Good job, Dan

I’m just rollin' up

Only flame

Bitch, I do my thang

Look at the chain

Look at the pink

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

I can’t trust no more

I lost that (You broke my heart)

Thought she was my felly, why you pull that joint

I’m tripping hard

I’m sleepin' with it

I don’t fuck with niggas

Fuck niggas

Goin' hard, I ain’t never ghost start

Dirty cashin' got me livin' like a boss

If I can make a million, I can make it out

I’m dealin' with some shit I’m never talkin' 'bout

Thinkin' bigger, I ain’t take the quicker route

Dark days, ain’t no water in the house

Killl take with the thirties bustin' out

Kill a nig in the 'Vette, countin' thousands

Never keep my real money in the house

Weigh it up, I can still send it out

G pulled up, panty in the drawer

Hoes wanna boyfriend, that’s how

Dick in the mouth just for the clout

Rich bitch just wanna cash out

Daddy hella rich, momma caked out

Yellow, I sell when I’m indecisive

Killin' shit, niggas wonderin' when I’m stoppin'

Coolin' kid on my brand new ride

Too legit, fuck a bitch, I’m out

I’m not Mark but I keep a black tie

Beet juice in the morning with a salad

New socks in my drawer say Calvin

Picnic with the bitch, I’m in Maui

Cartier, plane, drank six thousand

Know the game

Play by the rules

Player’s move

You would never lose

Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Yeah, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Aye aye, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Aye, pull up in it

Aye, that ain’t tinted

Aye, that ain’t rented

Aye, full kitted

Down sliding on 'em

Shit, you ain’t with it

Bitch, keep that juice

Yeah, orange juice

Uh, grape juice

Huh, beet juice

Uh, be cool

Oh just be cool

I’m in ceremonies

Get me sloppy talkin'

I got court tomorrow

Bitch, I want it all

Bitch, you sloppy drop

I can’t fuck at all

I told that bitch give me a stack then I blew it all

I like Louie

I’m a customer

But I’m a hustler

So don’t get it fucked it up

This a one take joint

I ain’t write this mane

Got a bitch named Hailey

Got a bitch, name is Sarah

Got a bitch named Katie

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you Kirby

I been coming through a whole lot lately

Pulled up in the coupe looking famous

Know the game

Play by the rules

Player’s move

You would never lose

Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Yeah, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Aye aye, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

I got more than a bitch ass nigga

You already know how I’m coming nigga

Wake up hella early, go to an expensive ass grocery store

And get my motherfucking multivitamins, somethin' slight

Very motherfucking peaceful nigga

Everything I do is A1, bitch step it up

Sock it too me

Bitch, you’re too near me not to hear me, nigga

My orange juice cost twelve dollars, bitch

You know what I’m sayin'

That’s with tax and shit

You know what I’m saying, 'cause I pay my taxes

Off the motherfucking dribble, nigga

I’m coming through, I’m sliding

Corvette and shit, nigga

I might pull out the Bay, I might pull out the Prius, bitch

You just never know

Everything I do is gold, nigga, you know what I’m saying

Off the motherfucking back board, nigga

Old bitch ass nigga, step it up

Good job nigga, Frisco shit, nigga

Bay area shit, nigga

Taking over the world with this shit, nigga

Off the top, very peaceful you bitch ass nigga

Sock it to me