Racks

[Intro: Lil Gotit]

Let's go

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance

I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex

And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect

Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge

They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra

'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off

Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now

I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]

I got racks a whole lot, yah yah

I can never wife a thot, yah yah

I got a bad bitch, she suck me, no askin'

But I heard they actin, all these niggas stay cappin'

I'm fresh off a speed boat, got hunnids, I'm countin' them backends

I'm makin' her deep throat, your bitch, I break that back in

Used to ride 'round with the Tec, hmm, now my neck cold

Told Lil Gotit we rich, we gettin' them hunchos

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance

I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex

And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect

Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge

They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra

'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off

Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now

I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]

I got racks a whole lot

I'm so high, I feel like Amy Winehouse

That pussy deep, I had to climb out

You not FBG, lil baby, one fye, you get slimed out

We was so broke, mama seen all that paper, she had cried out

Shit don't make no sense, Houston raised a wise kid

I did what I did, now this money pilin'

She a fool with the head, 'cause knowledge

Name it, I can buy it, all these fuckin hunnids

Crazy what that do

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance

I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex

And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect

Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge

They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra

'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off

Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now

I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]

[Verse 3: Lil Quill]

Bitch I got racks, a whole lotta, hmm

Bands, look like I just hit the lotto

Big dog [?], stick out

Suck it, then she went for my partner

Jetlag, we in the first room

Pull out the chopper, go to your mama room

Never gon' let up, yep, it sunny

I took a lick up, racks in my jeans, filled up

Sippin on Lean, hiccup

I'm with the gang, lift up

Spinnin round, lil' mama fucked my links up

I fuck her right in the Brinx truck

She hit up Slime, she gon' fuck

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance

I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex

And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect

Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge

They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra

'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off

Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now

I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]