Young Thug – Racks On Racks (Baguettes) (2021) | Track profile | Dork

Young Thug – Racks On Racks (Baguettes) (2021) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Racks On Racks (Baguettes)

[Intro: Young Thug & Future]

DY Krazy

Gang, Freebands, git

Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Still gettin' racks on racks

I put a bone on her breast (Ooh)

Bulletproof doors on the back

Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)

I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check)

My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)

Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes)

I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes)

Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself)

While we pop out his melanin

Take it there, you lit in it

Chanеl vintage steppin'

Got more sticks than a vеteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet)

Got more whips than a regular (Woo)

Panoram' at the telly

The Ghost at American deli

I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Lil' shawty got shot and his pastor (Let's go)

She bendin' it over like Nelly (Woo)

She tall and she black like Isabella (Ah)

I told 'em that I was gon' kill it (Woo)

Also told them the dash is digital (Woo)

She had some in her mouth, she kissin' it (Woo)

I got Ac' in my bag like it's typical

Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz ('Side of the benz)

Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz (Peanut butter the seats)

How come you never had to leave? We ball in the wind (Ball)

I blew some money overseas, treat it like it was sent

Last murder, take the top off the Benz

Assassination, take the top off the Benz (Drop the top off, drop the top off)

Yeah, tell me how the fuck I'm still ballin' with all these sins? (Drop the top off, drop the top off)

Yeah, YSL niggas dedicated to win (Drop the top off, drop the top off)

Freeband gang and Juice gang, make yo' whole world spin

I call these niggas pig skin

Always with the shit, nigga (Shit)

Pissin' on you shrimp niggas (Shit)

Flyer than a blimp, nigga (Shit)

Last walkin' pimp, nigga (Woo)

And I'm no wimp, nigga (Nah)

Never got whipped, nigga (Never got whipped, nigga)

I ain't got jumped, nigga (I ain't got jumped, nigga)

You sweet, Willy Wonka, nigga (You sweet, Willy Wonka)

Pockets on lump, yeah, bitch ain't a gump, yeah

Do what I want, yeah, fuckin' on a bump, yeah

Gucci, Lil Pump, yeah, more Gucci than Lil Pump, yeah

Twelve found him in the front of the car

But he still was in the trunk, yeah

Nigga, pass my cup, yeah, nigga pass my Runtz, yeah

Girl, I do what I want, yeah, I'ma fuck you from the front, yeah

She had smoked a blunt, yeah, now my dick smell like blunts, yeah

And I know she wanna quart, yeah

The way I'm kickin' my shit, you can call me Liu Kang mixed with a pointer, yeah

Getting head from Madonna, yeah

I ain't passin' my ganja, yeah

She was claimin' her bungee, yeah

I was claimin' my money, yeah

Get clean like a jelly, yeah

So when I came out the stomach, yeah

I had took off runnin', yeah (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Still gettin' racks on racks

I put a bone on her breast (Ooh)

Bulletproof doors on the back

Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)

I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check)

My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)

Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes)

I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes)

Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself)

While we pop out his melanin

Take it there, you lit in it

Chanel vintage steppin'

Got more sticks than a veteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet)

Got more whips than a regular (Woo)

Panoram' at the telly

The Ghost at American deli

I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]

Peek-a-boo, hop in that Ghost, disappear (Oh yeah)

I remember ridin' 'round in a 'lier (Oh yeah)

Now it's Tesla, I don't steer, uh (Oh yeah)

Off a Tesla, I can't hear ya' (Oh yeah)

Bitch you look familiar (Oh yeah)

I think my brodie smashed (Oh yeah)

You are nothin' but a one hitter, bitch (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

I'm in that Spider, drive it like a animal (Oh yeah)

I eat her up for breakfast, I'm a cannibal (Oh yeah)

I hand my bro the hammer and then he handle you (Oh yeah)

I told 'em, "Grab the lighter, gon' and candle it" (Oh yeah)

Smokin' this Jackie Chan, not no Mandarin (Oh yeah)

They talkin' down on my name, niggas slanderin' (Oh yeah)

Put a titty inside the Draco, let it blam you (Oh yeah)

Back in the day, would've credit card scammed you (Yeah, yeah)

Shit, huh, fever (Oh yeah), that nigga caught a fever (Oh-oh yeah)

Fuck her (Uh), leave her (Yeah)

Wasn't finna cuff that bitch either (Oh yeah)

I do not fuck with these people (Oh yeah)

Fuck her, then I kill her people (Oh yeah)

She can feel that in the air, huh, Beanie Siegel (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Still gettin' racks on racks

I put a bone on her breast (Ooh)

Bulletproof doors on the back

Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)

I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check)

My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)

Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes)

I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes)

Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself)

While we pop out his melanin

Take it there, you lit in it

Chanel vintage steppin'

Got more sticks than a veteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet)

Got more whips than a regular (Woo)

Panoram' at the telly

The Ghost at American deli

I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)

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