Album on WAVERUNNER
Track 2 on WAVERUNNER
Racks Lyrics
(Verse 1)
This that shit
Got that little bitch
Found you hitting the bong
And sitting calm
Flicking the wrist
And then I’m gonna insist
Putting hits on a disc
With the shit that I’m on
Bitch I’m LeBron
Spitting his song on TV
Wanna be me
Know we did it Mom
Money be long
Member them days
When I sleep with the j’s
That I needed to pawn
Then they’d be gone
I got a atlas like Travis
I’m oh so established
Got gas on they ass bitch
You fast as molasses
Got cash for my taxes
A stash for the caskets
A plaque for the ashes
Got eyes wide shut
But I’m stuck in the past tense
Couldn’t give a fuck
I give up my assassins
Glock still tuckеd
Layed up with a bad bitch
Brand new chucks
With a dunk
I ain’t averagе
I ain’t even stunt
Boy just live lavish
Blunt and a cup
Like 21 Savage
Trunk in front
If it ain’t a Hellcat bitch
Got no friends
All you boys look sad rich
Brand new Benz
Kid still push dad whips
In some blue Timbs
Playing durk like the Mavericks
22 rims doing work
Push mad bricks
Got new hoes
At the most
You could track this
(Chorus)
Hoes
I got them hoes
Pockets on swole
And my neck is on froze
Dont get too close
Might overdose
40 below
And I’m not even cold
I got them racks
I got them racks
I got them racks
I got them racks
Clothes
And I got clothes
Doing these shows
And I’m doing the most
This what I chose
Hitting my pose
Infinite flows
And you get how it goes
I got them racks
I got them racks
I got them racks
(Verse 2)
I got these
Hollup
I got these
Hold up
Please follow me
Started the colony
They never thought of me
Now when I drop
Who thought I’d hit the lottery
Hoes at the spot
Im addicted to Prada G
Bitches just probably
See what I gotta be
Hoe be on top of me
But I just bought a key
Bitch I just got it free
But my philosophy
Is do it modestly
With pain
Maintain
Same lane
Plain jane
No bussdown Cartier
Rain flame
Can’t train
Stay sane
Gangbang in the bay
Know the sky
Stay starry there
Use to take the train
And I would wait with shame
Cause I ain’t pay
You could say
I was sorry yeah
Had to flip cocaine
Turn it into champagne
For the plane
And the chain
And Ferrari yeah
Bitches on my dick
So quick
No pick
Mike Vick
So sick
I’m lit
I’m changing
Running to the station
Gunning in the spaceship
I don’t drive stick
But I run the operation
Got the whole nation
Plugging my shit
Anyone in my fit
Just working the dayshift
Have fun in my drip
From the front of my whip
You could put it on crip
Get paid
Stay patient
(Chorus)
Hoes
I got them hoes
Pockets on swole
And my neck is on froze
Don’t get too close
Might overdose
40 below
And I’m not even cold
I got them racks
I got them racks
I got them racks
I got them racks
Clothes
And I got clothes
Doing these shows
And I’m doing the most
This what I chose
Hitting my pose
Infinite flows
And you get how it goes
I got them racks
I got them racks
I got them racks
