Rack City (Remix)

[Verse 1: Guyana] I blow trees, hurricane Got the game on my back like shoulder blades Kill the track, check the motherfuckin' murderade I fucked him 3 times, still don't know his name I make my ass clap, bravo Pocket full of cheese like a cow zone And yeah, it's going down like the dale Jones Talking like you're rich make you seem broke Big Boy shit, fading with the roof gone My name ringing in the hood like a new phone You never heard of me, what is you on I use to get it for the low no coupe on Brain good on the rode Keep the bread in the box like domino's Fucked him once then i gotta go I'm chuckin' up the deuces like adios It all started with some headphones Now I'm close to the go like the red zone In my motherfuckin' bread lone So you can't say shit like a dead phone I know you see me on the internet Money in my pocket 'bout to burn it like a cigarette Rich niggas on the right broke niggas to the left Wanna fuck with Guyana, Imma need a bigger check! [Hook: Tyga] 2x Rack City bitch, Rack Rack City bitch 3x Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch [Verse 2:Tyga] Imma motherfucking star Look at the paint on the car Too much rim make the ride too hard Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard I need my money pronto Get it in the morning like Alonzo Green got cheese like a nacho If you don't got no ass bitch wear poncho Head hancho got my seat back Nigga staring at me don't get bapped Got my shirt off the club to packed It's too turnt going up like gas God damn, pulled out my rags Mike Mike Jackson, nigga I'm back T-T-T-Tatted up on my back All the hoes love me, you know what it is [Hook] [Outro: Tyga] 2x Throwing hundreds, hundreds Hundreds, hundreds Throwing hundreds, hundreds Rack City bitch, Rack Rack City bitch