On Me
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, my momma counting on me
So I put my pain on these beats
All I do is show love but I never get it back
Ima pull off your chain, no you can't get it back
Catch me at saks because I love spending racks
I blow her back and then Ima send her back home
That girl a stoner
Hop in a Benz then I hop in a Rover
I swear it's up when I get my diploma
I'm just getting started this shit isn't over
Hold up
Slow down baby got a blade leave you chopped up
Shawty make my head spin, helicopter
New beam, bullets make you dance like Bachata
They know I could take a hit like a boxer
Hold up, Plug Reexe, I don't think they hear what you're saying
I send him to God, now his momma praying
I pull up with that K and give that boy a facelift
I can't help but notice my own people changing
I guess everybody going through some changes
I still remember days sitting on my ass, waiting
For the day to say "Momma I made it"
Boy why you waiting
You got a dream, better get up and chase it
She tripping on me like untied laces
I see the world and I know Ima change it
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, my momma counting on me
So i put my pain on these beats
I've been making plays, I been out here on the road
Had to go back to Cali
They just booked me for a show
You just found out he lame, man I already know
Wanna get locked in, I could put you in the know
Keep it real, baby I could really show you how to grow
Stay down ten toes, I could teach you how to go
In a new BM, baby riding with the top down
Everybody wanna talk to me because I'm hot now
I was just in a range, now i'm cruising in a drop now
She just said I'm lame now she tryna lip lock now
Pull up to the scene, Ima hit
Then I dip
Poured a deuce in my juice
I'm just tryna take a sip
I don't do the green dollars
Yeah my money come in crip
Choppa like a Beyblade, pull up let it rip
Sending bullets on his block
This ain't no nerf, little boy
You ain't strapped up
Stay up out the turf little boy
Hellcats, Trackhawks, like I'm Durk, little boy
Playing with your life
End up on a shirt little boy
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, my momma counting on me
So i put my pain on these beats
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, my momma counting on me
So I put my pain on these beats
All I do is show love but I never get it back
Ima pull off your chain, no you can't get it back
Catch me at saks because I love spending racks
I blow her back and then Ima send her back home
That girl a stoner
Hop in a Benz then I hop in a Rover
I swear it's up when I get my diploma
I'm just getting started this shit isn't over
Hold up
Slow down baby got a blade leave you chopped up
Shawty make my head spin, helicopter
New beam, bullets make you dance like Bachata
They know I could take a hit like a boxer
Hold up, Plug Reexe, I don't think they hear what you're saying
I send him to God, now his momma praying
I pull up with that K and give that boy a facelift
I can't help but notice my own people changing
I guess everybody going through some changes
I still remember days sitting on my ass, waiting
For the day to say "Momma I made it"
Boy why you waiting
You got a dream, better get up and chase it
She tripping on me like untied laces
I see the world and I know Ima change it
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, my momma counting on me
So i put my pain on these beats
I've been making plays, I been out here on the road
Had to go back to Cali
They just booked me for a show
You just found out he lame, man I already know
Wanna get locked in, I could put you in the know
Keep it real, baby I could really show you how to grow
Stay down ten toes, I could teach you how to go
In a new BM, baby riding with the top down
Everybody wanna talk to me because I'm hot now
I was just in a range, now i'm cruising in a drop now
She just said I'm lame now she tryna lip lock now
Pull up to the scene, Ima hit
Then I dip
Poured a deuce in my juice
I'm just tryna take a sip
I don't do the green dollars
Yeah my money come in crip
Choppa like a Beyblade, pull up let it rip
Sending bullets on his block
This ain't no nerf, little boy
You ain't strapped up
Stay up out the turf little boy
Hellcats, Trackhawks, like I'm Durk, little boy
Playing with your life
End up on a shirt little boy
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, Racks on me
Yeah, my momma counting on me
So i put my pain on these beats
Credits
Writer(s): Reese Gradilla
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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