[Intro]
Rack rack city cadela, puta [repeat]
Mugga on the beat

[Verse 1]
Rack city cadela, puta Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking wit?
Got my other cadela, puta fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook x2]
Rack city cadela, puta Rack Rack city cadela, puta [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Verse 2]
I'mma motherfucking estrela (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that cadela, puta hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no bunda cadela, puta wear a poncho
Head hancho got my assento back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my camisa off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad
rato T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes amor me you know what it is

[Hook x2]
Rack city cadela, puta Rack Rack city cadela, puta [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Outro x2]
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack city cadela, puta rack rack city bitch.
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids.
Hunnids hunnids
Rack city cadela, puta rack rack city bitch.