Racks Lyrics

[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Luca on the track

[Chorus]
Racks, how you gon' say you get money? You know that ain't facts (That ain't facts)
We in the booth getting blunted, I'm sitting here countin' up stacks (Up racks)
How you gon' call that shit za? You know that shit isn't no pack (That's mid)
I got your shorty on fire, she out here, I'm blowing her back (Her back)

[Verse]
Facts, I tell your shorty "Relax" (Woah)
Baby, I still gotta tax, make a bitch run a mile in flats (Run)
Woah, movin', I was out trappin', my nigga, the f*ck is you doin'? (f*ck is you doin'?)
I'm with your shorty, she clappin', you know that bitch steady be choosin' (Clap)
When is you niggas gon' pack it up? 'Cause you just steady be losin' (Pack up)
I get why these pussies be actin', it's probably 'cause my life a movie (Movie), woah
I don't talk to you, nigga, we bend blocks (Woah)
Y'all steady talk to the police, my nigga, y'all been opps, ayy
You act like shorty a queen, but she is a big thot (She a thot)
It ain't a holiday, we at your crib takin' big shots (Boom, boom, boom)
She feel excited, I brought your new bitch to the trap spot (Trap spot)
You entertaining, my nigga, you pussies some mascots (Mascots) Style, it took your shorty a while (Woah)
She fell in love with the sound (Huh?), she fell in love 'cause I'm wild (Wild)
Wild (Wild), woah (Woah), I get the money, you don't (Nah)
I get the money and go (Huh?), these niggas hate on the road (Road)
Pole (Woah), baow, we hit your face, body (Baow)
Nigga was talkin', he rowdy, he get a clip if he doubt me (Grrt)
Try me (Try), wildin', nigga, I feel like I'm Fivie (Fivie)
I got this big drip on me (Drip), I got your shorty beside me (Drip), woah
[Chorus]
Racks, how you gon' say you get money? You know that ain't facts (Know that ain't facts)
We in the booth getting blunted, I'm sitting here countin' up stacks (Countin' up racks)
How could you call that shit za and you know that shit isn't no pack? (That's mid)
I made your shorty a hustler, I'm sittin' here blowing her back (Her back)
Racks, how you gon' say you get money? You know that ain't facts (Know that ain't facts)
We in the booth getting blunted, I'm sitting here countin' up stacks (Facts)
How could you call that shit za and you know that shit isn't no pack? (That's mid)
I made your shorty a hustler, I'm sittin' here blowing her back (Her back)

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