Racks On Me

Rich The Kid Intro

They didn't think you could do it back then

Know what I'm saying, back then when you was riding the bus

Know what I'm saying, when you was walking, taking the train

Handing out CD's they didn't believe you and then

So now it's time to flex on them

Rich: Chorus

Yuh Yuh I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store

I trapping I'm whipping another roll

Ima pour another four

Ninja turtle I'm moving slow

Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting

Pull out the choppa I'm firing

I stay with the pistol not lying

Walk around thinking it's sweet

Pop out leave you in the street

Wassup with these rap niggas

I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu

I keep the Mac no computer

I walk around with a shooter

Imma smoke you like a hookah

Walk up on me imma do you

Rich Verse/Bridge

Fucking your bitch with my ease

I made it they didn't believe me

They doubted us, you know what I'm saying since day 1

Now what we doing

I just might go to Belize

Trap it down like I'm Jeezy

Play with the keys like Stevie

I put the house on me

Big pointers Big cuban I gotta act up

That's the definition of new freezer

I got them Racks on me

I put your face on a tee

Knock you off for a G

I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store

I started just trapping the tree

Reggie Verse

Rich Plug Talk Plug

Diamonds Freeze

Pockets Blue Cheese

So Caked up you can't believe

10 bad bitches overseas

Fucked em all in Italy

Trappin in your country

Balenciaga Louis Feet

Passed these hoes to my slime my G

Fucked her in Prada in Germany

Spray with Uzi so urgently

Bullets gone hit with the certainty

Fly around with the choppa on me

Jet Life know these lames wanna see

Ice water I been freezing the streets

Diamonds biting like piranhas on me

Rich: Chorus

I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store

I trapping I'm whipping another roll

Ima pour another four

Ninja turtle I'm moving slow

Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting

Pull out the choppa I'm firing

I stay with the pistol not lying

Walk around thinking it's sweet

Pop out leave you in the street

Wassup with these rap niggas

I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu

I keep the Mac no computer

I walk around with a shooter

Imma smoke you like a hookah

Walk up on me imma do you

Famous Dex Verse

I walk around with a shooter

I do not beef on computers

Yeah boy you a loser

Your diamonds fake boy who you fooling

Huh huh Not me huh

My shooters with my they lurk in the street

Huh yeah a bee sting your ass like a bubble bee

All they bitches they on me

All these niggas act phony for a lil piece of money

Yeah I know you a dummy

What I just bought me a bently truck

Bad bitch wanna suck me up ooh

Imma just put it in her guts

Yeah I'm onto somethin

Ooh look at the ap it dance

Run up on me and I blam

Aim it at you and your mans

Ooh y'all some goofies

Came a long way yeah I was just foolin

Now a nigga shooting movies

Pussy boy you ain't stupid

Huh yeah what yeah you know what I'm sayin

Run on me shooting movies

Pussy boy you ain't stupid what yeah

Reggie, Rich, yeah lil bitch

Yeah hah yeah Dexter!

Rich: Chorus

I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store

I trapping I'm whipping another roll

Ima pour another four

Ninja turtle I'm moving slow

Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting

Pull out the choppa I'm firing

I stay with the pistol not lying

Walk around thinking it's sweet

Pop out leave you in the street

Wassup with these rap niggas

I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu

I keep the Mac no computer

I walk around with a shooter

Imma smoke you like a hookah

Walk up on me imma do you