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