Goatwis - Counting Racks (feat. Rico & Lilnil) Lyrics

I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
When I'm with the gang we speaking facts we never cap
You in a cab
I'm in a maybach
And I might pull up on yo bitch and hit it from the back (from the back)

I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
And I never lack you never catch me with no strap
You tryna scrap?
Why you talking smack?
When I see you people finna think you playing track

Bitch I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
Whatchu need I'm finna serve you out the f*cking trap
We got packs
And we got snacks
But if you say a word I'ma empty out this mag

Niggas don't know that we juuging and finessing
Got yo bitch's number last night now we texting
Yo bitch got good brain, shit was a blessing
F*ck with the gang and I'll teach you lesson

My niggas always packing with the straps
This baddie got a fatty so you know she's getting clapped
Might break her back, eat her pussy like a snack
Got hella cash and I'm always counting racks

Yeah I'm counting racks, yeah I'm counting chips
I'm in a nice whip, with yo bitch, taking flicks
Always with a foreign and I might take a trip
Flyest in the gang, man you know I got the drip

I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
When I'm with the gang we speaking facts we never cap
You in a cab
I'm in a maybach
And I might pull up on yo bitch and hit it from the back (from the back)

I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
And I never lack you never catch me with no strap
You tryna scrap?
Why you talking smack?
When I see you people finna think you playing track

Bitch I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
Whatchu need I'm finna serve you out the f*cking trap
We got packs
And we got snacks
But if you say a word I'ma empty out this mag

I got hella bread
They call me Olive Garden
The way whip that white they call me lil nil James harden
Yea bitch my team got so much green lookin like a garden
And my street smell Hella dank the neighbors know I'm f*ckingfarmin
Louis on my garmet
My steak got a garnish
I'm a dog don't need no harness
Behind that keyboard u all harmless

I'm counting racks for real
I went from rags to the hills
I count them but don't pay no bills
Know people who kill for a deal

Know people who realer than real
Same homies ride till I get killed
But f*ck that you all getting spilled
Flow so fast but this shit not dril

Y'all f*cking stupid
Are u f*ckin clueless
Buy a mic bitch u can't do this
I'm the fukin best thought u knew this

I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
When I'm with the gang we speaking facts we never cap
You in a cab
I'm in a maybach
And I might pull up on yo bitch and hit it from the back (from the back)

I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
And I never lack you never catch me with no strap
You tryna scrap?
Why you talking smack?
When I see you people finna think you playing track

Bitch I'm counting racks
I'm counting stacks
Whatchu need I'm finna serve you out the f*cking trap
We got packs
And we got snacks
But if you say a word I'ma empty out this mag