Racks

[Intro]

Uh what?

Aye, aye, aye, relax

Wait, relax

Yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa

[Hook]

I just hit a big lick

I threw her out the doorway

I fucked that lil bitch dog

I told that bitch go away

You can not smoke with me

I'm [?] and I don't [?]

I brought all my dogs with me

My niggas they all paid

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

[Verse 1: J $tash]

Pour 4 up in a Fanta

I'm rockin' Gucci sandals

I fucked her on the camera

Met that bitch down in Atlanta

I'm sellin' Danny Phantom

I ride in a brand new Phantom

I'm on them pills, she say, "It's kinda hard to understand him"

Seen the Rolex, now her boyfriend, she said she can't stand him

You know i'm gon' flex everyday, can't take that shit for granted

I pull up in that coupe

I drive by they be like,"Oooh"

Stupid fruity swag, diamonds wetter than a swimming pool

[Hook]

I just hit a big lick

I threw her out the doorway

I fucked that lil bitch dog

I told that bitch go away

You can not smoke with me

I'm [?] and I don't [?]

I brought all my dogs with me

My niggas they all paid

Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]

Money counter, keep the hunnids around me

Blue cheese got my pockets sloppy

Broke rapper, ain't got no shows

Drop a hunnid four times in a row

Relax

My trap nigga bring the pounds of the gas

Richwater take a dive splash

Can't buy her a purse, but i fuck her, she bad

Rich Forever blue cash

Trap money, put a mil in the stash

2 phones, plug callin' me back

Cut her off, I was chasing a sack

Relax

Count a half a milli, I'ma flex in your face

Mo' racks, drop a bag in the safe

M&M's, Goyard on my waist.

[Hook]

I just hit a big lick

I threw her out the doorway

I fucked that lil bitch dog

I told that bitch go away

You can not smoke with me

I'm [?] and I don't [?]

I brought all my dogs with me

My niggas they all paid

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks

Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks