Racks

[Intro: Lil Gotit] Let's go [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra 'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?] [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] I got racks a whole lot, yah yah I can never wife a thot, yah yah I got a bad bitch, she suck me, no askin' But I heard they actin, all these niggas stay cappin' I'm fresh off a speed boat, got hunnids, I'm countin' them backends I'm makin' her deep throat, your bitch, I break that back in Used to ride 'round with the Tec, hmm, now my neck cold Told Lil Gotit we rich, we gettin' them hunchos [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra 'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?] [Verse 2: Yung Mal] I got racks a whole lot I'm so high, I feel like Amy Winehouse That pussy deep, I had to climb out You not FBG, lil baby, one fye, you get slimed out We was so broke, mama seen all that paper, she had cried out Shit don't make no sense, Houston raised a wise kid I did what I did, now this money pilin' She a fool with the head, 'cause knowledge Name it, I can buy it, all these fuckin hunnids Crazy what that do [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra 'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?] [Verse 3: Lil Quill] Bitch I got racks, a whole lotta, hmm Bands, look like I just hit the lotto Big dog [?], stick out Suck it, then she went for my partner Jetlag, we in the first room Pull out the chopper, go to your mama room Never gon' let up, yep, it sunny I took a lick up, racks in my jeans, filled up Sippin on Lean, hiccup I'm with the gang, lift up Spinnin round, lil' mama fucked my links up I fuck her right in the Brinx truck She hit up Slime, she gon' fuck [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra 'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]