Rack It

[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

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