Video Special de 917 Rackz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

917 Rackz - Special Lyrics

Rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz
She said I'm special, trynna love me I can't let her
I'm bout to marry this 38
Push the pedal for my [?] just 30 days
Being careful, told my attorney wait, so

I gotta move smarter
I'm taking risk, getting harder and harder
I play with that pussy, get neck like a collar
But my heart can't love, I think I need me a doctor
What you ever been through

He food, take his plate
Now he left for utensils
My bitch got money and I'm making money
Told her we got potential

Only 16, this lifestyle makes me mental
Keepin the grippy my only essential
And I touch that shit you can tell from my vessels
Go run to your king, bitch that me so just slide on my temple

You don't wanna fuck I can't help you
Talking gon make the cops look us gibberish
Bitch comment heart eyes I just won't pin that shit
Pushed her away, said its 'cause of our differences
Everyone focused on images

They hear my rhymes, take my rhymes
Then run like they lyricists
Everything got its lingo like its hieroglyphics
We got knocks in this pyramid
Talking that shit to me, you sound illiterate

I'ma pull up and start spinnin shit
Pop up and start drilling shit
Rap fast like the song never finishing
Lyrical genius and yall are my witnesses

That boy is buns and he sweet like some cinnamon
I'ma point guard, and he still workin on dribbling
Free all the guys trynna prove that they innocent
Search me on all platforms, see my exhibition

East splitting breech homie, these are my dividends
I'ma perform you ain't listening
End of the verse so they know I'm the golden one
You trynna beef but you don't even own a gun

Wait till the show is done
Then we pull up
Put my hood up
Power, explodin sum

Ya mans stole my shit but you know I wrote that one
We don't act bad, all my guys they be goin dumb
Know who it is on the real and you know the one
Nina with me and she finna start blowin sum

Why they mad that I do what I do
Why they mad that I'm makin it further
They so mad, gotta keep me a tool
If I call up my spice, he gon burn em

White man can't jump, but white man can shoot
Still hitting lungs with my burner
You make it hot boy, I cannot slide to ya block boy
Call up JB for the shmurda

She said I'm special, trynna love me I can't let her
I'm bout to marry this 38
Push the pedal for my [?] just 30 days
Being careful, told my attorney wait, so
I gotta move smarter

I'm taking risk, getting harder and harder
I play with that pussy, get neck like a collar
But my heart can't love, I think I need me a doctor
What you ever been through