Racks in the Middle (feat. Roddy Ricch and Hit-Boy)

(Hit-Boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(TrapAdix)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay

I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (mhmm-hm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (mhmm-hm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (mhmm-hm)
I got killers to the left of me (mhmm-hm)

We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em
We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em
It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us

Limo tint the V-12, double, check the details
Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's, or I can't sleep well
Millions off of retail
Once again, I prevail
Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale

Hold up, let the beat build
See me in the streets still
I been fightin' battles up a steep hill
They gave my road dog 12, it was a sweet deal
And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild
Look

I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (mhmm-hm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (mhmm-hm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (mhmm-hm)
I got killers to the left of me (mhmm-hm)

Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin'
Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
If they catch me wit' it they'll send me off to prison
Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness

Engine in the Lambo' drownin' out the music
Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans
Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
Closin' Escrow twice this month, both commercial units

Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here
How you die 30-somethin' after banging all them years?
Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears
All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear

But I don't wipe 'em though
We just embrace the only life we know
If it was me, I'd tell you "Nigga, live your life and grow"
I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke"

I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
Young nigga been focused on my check (mhmm-hm)
Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (mhmm-hm)
Tryna put the water on my Patek (mhmm-hm)
I got killers to the left of me (mhmm-hm)

Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit
See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget
Next day we flew to Vegas with my Puma connects
We break bread, we ain't new to success

Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
Cold game, but I knew it was Chess
As a youth in the set
Learn the game, you a student at best
But it's a couple things you can expect

Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect
Other shooters we was both, don't want my crew on your neck
I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
I do the dash with the blues on the deck

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