Rac Racing

[Chorus: Big 36oz]

I want a thousand pounds of weed

I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds

Put a thousand hundreds on your head

Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah

Lately I been rack racing

Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

I want a thousand pounds of weed

I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds

Put a thousand hundreds on your head

Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah

Lately I been rack racing

Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]

Lately I been rack racing, been dying to get this money up

Wrap the truck, mount it up, had to paint the Hellcat

12 been on my ass, they tryna say I run a gang

Every time a body drop they go to throwin' up my name

I'm like I don't even trap no more

I been makin' these K's out the studio

I ain't even been around to serve my folks

I ain't touched a brick in so long

I'm like look don't call my phone, I barely know what's goin' on

It be like damn that's your bro, I seen that nigga at your show

I ain't been it, I ain't in it

I been tryna chase these millions

I been fucking all these bitches

Now my ho won't leave me 'lone

Talkin' 'bout I did her wrong

I'm like fuck that shit, I'm gone

I'm goin' back to the hood

Put all my lil niggas on

[Chorus: Big 36oz]

I want a thousand pounds of weed

I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds

Put a thousand hundreds on your head

Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah

Lately I been rack racing

Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

I want a thousand pounds of weed

I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds

Put a thousand hundreds on your head

Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah

Lately I been rack racing

Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

[Verse 2: Marlo]

I did a thousand pounds a week

Them suckers know I run the streets

I put a hundred on his head

Baby bro make sure he dead

I told Lil make sure the bag right

That young nigga living the fast life

Told my bitch put up a half a million

Gotta make sure that that stash right

Lately I been rack racing then stacking all this damn paper

My niggas say they need me and they know that I'ma feed 'em

If it's pressure then we squeeze 'em

Red dot, I don't like you if you Cleveland

Got a couple crips ridin' with me and I ain't from Four Seasons

I told Lil Baby that I'm with it

Any nigga playin' they get they issue

I sent a hundred fuckin' missiles

He said fuck it, handle business

I told him clear the fucking block

Get out the way, let's set up shop

I sent a hundred fuckin' blocks

Took over the street nigga, we rock

[Chorus: Big 36oz]

I want a thousand pounds of weed

I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds

Put a thousand hundreds on your head

Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah

Lately I been rack racing

Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

I want a thousand pounds of weed

I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds

Put a thousand hundreds on your head

Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah

Lately I been rack racing

Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing