[Intro]
Na, na, na (Tlrr, Oogie Mane, he killed it)
You broke ass niggas
Da, da, da, da, you broke ass niggas, yeah (FaxOnly, you went crazy)
Let's go, you know I got the most money on the low
Lil Uzi Vert, bitch
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (My racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (Let's go)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig
[Verse]
I've been gettin' money, I trap (Trap)
I was just in that bitch, no bap (No bap)
Got no respect for no rats (No rats)
Got paper on your back, get whacked, ya dig? (Get whacked)
Bitch, I got a whole lotta racks (Racks)
I can get your OG clapped (Clapped)
My niggas killin' shit with a passion (Grrah)
Pulled on your block like, "What happened?" (What happened? Baow)
My niggas known to get it all
Caught a opp with the Glock then we ditched it all
Beam on that bitch, I ain't miss at all
Bro shop for opps and no sticks involvеd
My opp rest in piss, he got hit in the stall
Last nigga spokе 'bout Chico, he got hit in the jaw
Other opp, he a rat, he got in his lungs
Baby, we're in the lim', we pulled up with that drum
I'm talkin' my shit, you talkin' your shit? Bitch, I can afford this
We get the bombs at the opps everyday and go back, and just build a lil' fortress
Got thotties on thotties, got whips, got whips (Got thotties, got thotties), got so many cribs and more shit (Woah)
Look at these niggas tryna keep up with me, that boy strugglin' to pay his mortgage (What?)
We run from the K9s, I feel like I'm James Bond
Got the shotty on me with the boar kit (Baow)
12 hits to the stash spot, so I got a 'Rari that hide all the bricks in the floor kit
Inspire myself everyday to get more money, they say, "How you could you get more rich?" (How?)
Grandma saw me whippin' up the cocaine in the kitchen, I said it was porridge (Woah)
I didn't even know what I was doin' in that kitchen, I was tired of that poor shit (Yeah)
I'm talkin' my real life right now, I won't do it again, you better, um, record this (Woah)
The trap phone keep ringin', they callin' like it's a emergency, must be important (Ayy)
Tony Montana, can't go and buy a film
And I pulled up on your block, it's simple, aw, shit (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (My racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks (Let's go)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my racks, you dig (Woah)
