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[Intro] 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah Yeah, Lil Pump Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, brrt Ayy, brrt, yeah, brrt, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Lil Pump] All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh (Huh) Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh (Brrt, brrt) All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh [Verse 1: Lil Pump] Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh After that she didn't know how to act, ooh (Huh) Back then I used to be quarterback (Brrt) Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac Want me fo' show, bitch, I'm chargin' 'bout fourty bands (Brrt) I'm in the trap and I'm shippin' out hella packs (Damn) Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh Your diamonds so fugazi (Brr), ooh Been sellin' crack since the eighties (Yeah, yeah), yeah I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh In the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeah And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh And I got a bitch named Hailey (Brr) [Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty] All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh (Huh) Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh (Brrt, brrt) All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah (Lil Boat) Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Young rich nigga need a dick rub (Uh) Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front door Bitch brown skin like a mo'fuckin' fronto Used to post at the Citgo, uh Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh (Yeah) Now I got a wrist like igloo, huh And it glow like a disco ball (Brr) Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied Side bitch still got an iPhone 5 Main bitch still got an iPhone 7 Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11 Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch And I bet I still make it up to Heaven, uh (Yeah, yeah) I'ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend Lil Boat, Lil Pump [Chorus: Lil Pump] All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh (Yeah) Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh (Brrt, brrt) All I do is count racks, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Told that bih, "Throw that shit back," ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah, throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh, throw it back, ooh