Racked Up RPG (Ft. Caskey)

[Chorus: RPG]
Run 'round this bitch big racked up (racks)
Run 'round this bitch big racked up (big racks)
Got some shooters that I came with (some blowers)
Got some bad hoes that I came with (some baddies)
Run 'round this bitch big racked up (big racks)
Run 'round this bitch big racked up (big stacks)
Got some shooters that I came with (br-rat)
Got some bad hoes that I came with (woop)

[Verse 1: RPG]
All these rappers must got PMS
All my niggas snipe or sellin' drugs like we BMF
I just got a missile, I'ma let my new new chopper hit you
Buck and leave you lookin' like a fuckin' chupacabra, bitch, you...
Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout your mans
Thought yo' bitch was faithful, she said she had other plans
All that booty walkin', get to talkin' with my hands
I took it to the bedroom, pussy never had a, chance
Know I hold it down, don't you believe me?
It's gon' be hard to hate when nigga's on all your TV
I hope you change the channel like every time that you see me
That pussy get to movin', she deucin' just like a kiwi, he he
Yeah, that's that funny shit
You a Playboy bunny, honey, come to me, get plenty dick
Where your music, buddy? 'cause I swear I never heard this shit
Your favorite gun to rap about the same one you get murdered wit
Bitch