Racks up, Racks Up, Boy i been countin the racks up
Boy i been stackin the knots up
Boy i been countin the racks up
I got ya baby momma strapped up
In da back of dis shit with a MAC 10
MAC 10, got a MAC 10
Boy you better not move while them racks in
I just had a dream about a couple hundred thousand dollars under my bed
50 grams up in my Polo bag, if I see 12 ima dash like hyphen
Seen a hoe inside the club twerking, ima get the pussy before the night ends
I told that lil nigga dont play with me, I dont wanna see your life end
I don stayed down so long, I dont wanna go back up
I dont wanna mess this up, my homie caught a case hes f*cked
Niggas tellin me to turn it up, I just wanna get a Bentley Truck
Shoutout my shooter, he keep a Ruger and its curried up
You need the pack then send me your location
I got shooters with no education
Pack or Xanny baby, im debatin
These niggas dont want smoke, dont know why they faking
My chopper gon sing like Aretha Franklin
I serve that boy Chum, you can call me Plankton
Your bitch is so foul, she need a flagrant
If you ever stayed down you need to play this
If you ever stayed down then you gotta play it I got racks in my pocket you know im cakin
I got OG its boofin Im meditatin, I got gas I got cookies you know they bakin
Im so good at this shit cus I did my training, seen my momma cry, it was like the world was raining
You dont relate to me cus you dont know what pain is
Made that hoe give me head now the bitch is brainless
Now the bitch is brainless, I just care about the racks I dont know what fame is
Boy my heart made of steel that shit is stainless
Im not poppin no pills that shit is crazy
I just pearled a Backwoods that shit is blazin
Boy them cookies is good, you gotta taste em
Said he takin my loot, i go erase em
Why he do it like you, these niggas tracing
Put Chanel on my shoes, im going brazy
The top was so good it got me lazy
She just ate me like food yeah thats my baby
Got some new Yeezy boost been drippin lately
Kicked that bitch out the coupe, she tried to play me
All my hunndis be blue, no crippin baby
Said im paying for who, you trippin baby
Ima get to the loot, put that on baby
I don stayed down so long, I dont wanna go back up
I dont wanna mess this up, my homie caught a case hes f*cked
Niggas tellin me to turn it up, I just wanna get a Bentley Truck
Shoutout my shooter, he keep a Ruger and its curried up
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Racks up, Racks Up, Boy i been countin the racks up
Boy i been stackin the knots up
Boy i been countin the racks up
I got ya baby momma strapped up
In da back of dis shit with a MAC 10
MAC 10, got a MAC 10
Boy you better not move while them racks in
I just had a dream about a couple hundred thousand dollars under my bed
50 grams up in my Polo bag, if I see 12 ima dash like hyphen
Seen a hoe inside the club twerking, ima get the pussy before the night ends
I told that lil nigga dont play with me, I dont wanna see your life end
I don stayed down so long, I dont wanna go back up
I dont wanna mess this up, my homie caught a case hes f*cked
Niggas tellin me to turn it up, I just wanna get a Bentley Truck
Shoutout my shooter, he keep a Ruger and its curried up
You need the pack then send me your location
I got shooters with no education
Pack or Xanny baby, im debatin
These niggas dont want smoke, dont know why they faking
My chopper gon sing like Aretha Franklin
I serve that boy Chum, you can call me Plankton
Your bitch is so foul, she need a flagrant
If you ever stayed down you need to play this
If you ever stayed down then you gotta play it I got racks in my pocket you know im cakin
I got OG its boofin Im meditatin, I got gas I got cookies you know they bakin
Im so good at this shit cus I did my training, seen my momma cry, it was like the world was raining
You dont relate to me cus you dont know what pain is
Made that hoe give me head now the bitch is brainless
Now the bitch is brainless, I just care about the racks I dont know what fame is
Boy my heart made of steel that shit is stainless
Im not poppin no pills that shit is crazy
I just pearled a Backwoods that shit is blazin
Boy them cookies is good, you gotta taste em
Said he takin my loot, i go erase em
Why he do it like you, these niggas tracing
Put Chanel on my shoes, im going brazy
The top was so good it got me lazy
She just ate me like food yeah thats my baby
Got some new Yeezy boost been drippin lately
Kicked that bitch out the coupe, she tried to play me
All my hunndis be blue, no crippin baby
Said im paying for who, you trippin baby
Ima get to the loot, put that on baby
I don stayed down so long, I dont wanna go back up
I dont wanna mess this up, my homie caught a case hes f*cked
Niggas tellin me to turn it up, I just wanna get a Bentley Truck
Shoutout my shooter, he keep a Ruger and its curried up
Boy i been stackin the knots up
Boy i been countin the racks up
I got ya baby momma strapped up
In da back of dis shit with a MAC 10
MAC 10, got a MAC 10
Boy you better not move while them racks in
I just had a dream about a couple hundred thousand dollars under my bed
50 grams up in my Polo bag, if I see 12 ima dash like hyphen
Seen a hoe inside the club twerking, ima get the pussy before the night ends
I told that lil nigga dont play with me, I dont wanna see your life end
I don stayed down so long, I dont wanna go back up
I dont wanna mess this up, my homie caught a case hes f*cked
Niggas tellin me to turn it up, I just wanna get a Bentley Truck
Shoutout my shooter, he keep a Ruger and its curried up
You need the pack then send me your location
I got shooters with no education
Pack or Xanny baby, im debatin
These niggas dont want smoke, dont know why they faking
My chopper gon sing like Aretha Franklin
I serve that boy Chum, you can call me Plankton
Your bitch is so foul, she need a flagrant
If you ever stayed down you need to play this
If you ever stayed down then you gotta play it I got racks in my pocket you know im cakin
I got OG its boofin Im meditatin, I got gas I got cookies you know they bakin
Im so good at this shit cus I did my training, seen my momma cry, it was like the world was raining
You dont relate to me cus you dont know what pain is
Made that hoe give me head now the bitch is brainless
Now the bitch is brainless, I just care about the racks I dont know what fame is
Boy my heart made of steel that shit is stainless
Im not poppin no pills that shit is crazy
I just pearled a Backwoods that shit is blazin
Boy them cookies is good, you gotta taste em
Said he takin my loot, i go erase em
Why he do it like you, these niggas tracing
Put Chanel on my shoes, im going brazy
The top was so good it got me lazy
She just ate me like food yeah thats my baby
Got some new Yeezy boost been drippin lately
Kicked that bitch out the coupe, she tried to play me
All my hunndis be blue, no crippin baby
Said im paying for who, you trippin baby
Ima get to the loot, put that on baby
I don stayed down so long, I dont wanna go back up
I dont wanna mess this up, my homie caught a case hes f*cked
Niggas tellin me to turn it up, I just wanna get a Bentley Truck
Shoutout my shooter, he keep a Ruger and its curried up
Writer: Zel K
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