Racks Stuffed Inna Couch Lyrics – Chief Keef

Song Info: Racks Stuffed Inna Couch Song name is Racks Stuffed Inna Couch sung by Chief Keef.

Racks Stuffed Inna Couch Lyrics

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh (Sos’ baby)
Phew, wooh, phew, wooh (GBE baby)
Phew, wooh (5th gang, baby)

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh, phew, wooh (Sit gang baby, Linen gang baby, Get It gang baby)
Ayy ayy ayy ayy

6 hundred a ounce (Ayy)
40 my waist (My waist)
Said “Who worse?” (Who worse?)
40 to your face (Po po)
Stitch his lips up (Ayy)
What did he say? (What he say?)

I got Monster Bus (B^^g b^^g)
[?] (B^^g b^^g)
Got his a^^ baked (Ayy)
I was in the late (Dududuh)
Put a quarter mill (Skkrrrt)
P^^sy in the hate (B!tch)

I was goin’ state (Skrt)
State to state (State)
Feet on the gas (Aaaaahhh)
Takin’ no break
Hangin’ out the window (Gang)
Throwin’ my set (Gang)
Stick made him lose weight (B^^g)

Jenny Craig (B^^g)
Tell my opps “What up though?”, tell ’em drop dead (B^^g)
Tell ’em all “Su*k a d!ck” (B^^g)
That’s what I said (B^^g, b^^g)
Put a chеck on his head (B^^g, b^^g)
How much in my pants? (B^^g, ayy, b^^g, ayy, b^^g, ayy)

Put a check on his head and it got 6 digits (B^^g, b^^g, ayy, gang, ayy, b^^g, ayy, b^^g, ayy, ayy, b^^g b^^g, ayy)
6 digits (Ayy ayy ayy, b^^g b^^g)
I takе all my fu*kin’ hit in a minute (B^^g b^^g b^^g)
Pull up in a car, actin’ crazy, lease in it (B^^g, ayy, ayy, b^^g b^^g, ayy)
I can buy a Bustdown Rollie every minute (B^^g b^^g, dududuh)
N^^ga, put me to your block, I send my shorties to talk (B^^g)

He’ll start playin’, he send shots, shorty gon’ score (Dududuh)
My lil cousin just got caught with a switch in the ‘Raq (Aaahhhhhh, b^^g b^^g)
Your chest up, I got some s^^t, put you on your back (B^^g b^^g b^^g)
Give a fu*k what they got, I got that sack (B^^g)
He was sneak dissin’ Sosa, it got him whack’ (Ffff beep beep beep beep, dududuh)
Boy ya on thin ice that s^^t might crack (Beep beep, b^^g)
All I know spend da sack and get it right back (Beep beep, b^^g)
RIP Tray Savage get hit with the Mac (B^^g, Tray Savage)
I broke lil baby’s heart, please see if she’s in tact (Ayy ayy)
Lamborghini, Hellcat, might see the back (Skrt)

Red Eye, scat pack might see the track (Skrt skrt skrt)
You ain’t talkin’ about the green, I’ll fade to black (Huh)
Since when I get white money (Ayy) and b!tch I’m black (Sos’ baby)
Gang stupid T’d up but we don’t do crack (Glo Gang)
Foenem in the trap, trappin’, might slip you a pack (Sit gang, Linen gang, Get It gang, Glo Gang)
You all worried about these hoes, go flip you a pack (Ayy ayy, gang gang)
You been up poppin’ addies, go getchu a nap (Huh huh huh huh huh huh)
Runnin’ up on the gang make yo a^^ take a nap
You can give motherfu*ka a mile and they gon’ take a lap (B^^g)
I got a Tommy gun in my lap (B^^g b^^g)

Glory boyz was made in the trap (Ayy, b^^g)
You be sneak dissin’ and be on my d!ck (B^^g b^^g)
Keep your fit, we want your fitty clapped (B^^g, ayy)
Grab his a^^ up in some rental wrap (B^^g b^^g)
Sippin’ turtle, b!tch, I’m finna snap (B^^g)
Ayy bro, mute the beat, I’m finna clap (B^^g)
We got pig guns, n^^ga, crab (B^^g, ayy)
Pow pow pow, can you crouch? (Huh?)
I got racks stuffed in a couch (Ayy, aaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy)
I be in less s^^t inna house (Ayy ayy ayy)
I get Animal style at In N out (B^^g b^^g)
My mind beat that L like a blip (B^^g b^^g)
Tie ya shoes b!tch, ’cause I’m a trip (B^^g b^^g)

I’m like Harley, don’t give me the lip (B^^g b^^g)
Buy that pipe, we gon’ let it rip (B^^g)
You a d!ck su*kin’, d!ck holder hit your lips (B^^g)
Choppa shaking out my hand, had to get a grip (B^^g)
It’s the a^^ for me, baby it’s the hips (Huh)
She hold my racks for me, like a big geep

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