Yard Act
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[Intro: Future]
Pluto and Double, and you know they in trouble
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
[Verse 1: Future]
When I was low down on my funds, they had to go out and lurk
Lil' one out his noodle, trigger finger itchin', going berserk
I done put my wrist inside a Pyrex, and I doubled my work
I had to put Lil Double on a move, you put your phone up for church
Standing in the gutter with my brother, grab a cutter go berserk
Walkin' down ya opp with a Glock that put boy under the earth
I just hit the thot on the spot, bend her over and pull up the skirt
You having bad bitches coming over just to get murked
I'm with the drillers, the ones be druggеd out in front of the store
Movin up in a wide body Lambo thеn pulled off in a Ghost
I put that shit on every time, I wake up on glow
Ho' need a percocet from how Ifucked in her throat
More money murda, money through the ceiling from the floor
Loud gas bag zooties smellin' like a Amoco
Tote a choppa, and I keep it true like I'm from Cali-o
Paint your street red like makeup, leave your brains all on floor
You a walk down member, get a Audemar out the store
About this track
"Rack It" is a song by Future, released in 2024. It was produced by ATL Jacob.
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Future →Still rollin' off a pill I done popped from the night before
Got my young nigga goin up, million dollar float
Got my young bitch, litty too, million dollar ho'
[Chorus: Future]
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, rack
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, racks
[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
Walk the world I'd do it alone before I'm broke, I'll be rich
You ever slime some on your birthday just to rock a Chrome Heart fit
Wonderful feeling, never met Wayne, but pull up car got no ceiling (No Carter)
(No feelings, money over bitches nigga, money over bitches)
Still trappin' while rappin', flippin' all the packing
New fully switch'll kill your MAC-10, put you on your back
Once I walked the world with Pluto, I took off, never looked back
I done made myself a boss, (done made myself a boss)
Quick to turn powder into soft, junkies need the raw
Bitch I'm servin' 'caine
100 thousand, that's one lick, I'll bring a M out for the guys
Goyard bag got racks, racks, racks
And I'm gon' spend (facts, facts, facts, facts)
This money [?] (Spin it again, yeah)
Spin again, a opp died, nigga hit his block, we hit his twin
No, cops cannot come to my hood, not my friend
Pussy, free Thugga, free Slime
[Chorus: Future]
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, rack
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, racks
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