Racks to the Ceiling

[Intro: Lil Pump]

Ooh

Jetski, brr

Bitch

(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (Brr)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]

Watch how I blow through a million

Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)

All of my whips came tinted

None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (Woah), uh

Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay)

This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme (Supremе)

She said, "Tussie, not pussy" (Huh?), my diamonds, they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay)

I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh)

I got ten guns at my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (Baow, baow-baow)

Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh (Ooh, damn)

Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' sex me, uh (Come here)

She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (Uh, wet)

Step on my bitch in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh? Baow)

All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me (Huh? I dare you, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)

I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (Brr)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin' (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

She wanna fuck with Umbrella

But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella"

Windex scented, my cash extended

As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller

I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar

Lil' bitch callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views

"Bitch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her

I hit that bitch with a wink

Fuck her in the bathroom, washin' my dick in the sink

If it's a ting, it's a ting

Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doin' my thing in the ring

I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link after link after link

I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships, I be lyin' 'bout fling after fling after fling after f-, hmm

Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse

How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?

Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout

Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout

These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like A.I. with the shot

I let the AR come and air out, woo

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Tory Lanez]

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory)

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil' Tory)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (Ooh, brr)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin' (Ooh)