Rackz In Da Safe

Racks in the bag (Got them racks)
I'm stackin' paper, I'm tryna get rich
That sack you claimed, it ain't legit
These niggas rapping but can't spit
He talkin' hot I put my hand in my pants, that boy gon' get glit
Yeah, I'm riding in that Cadillac I'm pushin' 106
Hit my shorty from the back, I got her twistin', doin' flips
Yeah, I flip her, said yo flow is sick, my flow is sicker
The gang be giving out so many shots to niggas, ain't no liquor
Yeah, I'm really the best when it come to this, niggas ask me for a feature cause I be that nigga
I'm the nigga on ya block with the knots, I'm the hot one, and you other rappers not
It's a hit every time that I drop, 3 hunnid on a BB Belt and my pants is still finna drop (yeah, yeah)

Uh, still finna drop
You niggas just bluff, ain't no bodies dropped
Smokin' that gas got me up in the stars
These niggas is funny, they tell on the cops
You go to the mall and you can't even shop
Talk shit on my name and I'm getting yo spot
I'm holdin' my own, I got this shit on lock
You niggas is sweet, stop sayin' you hard
I'm stackin' these hunnids as long as a yard
You not getting money that shits a facade
You touchin' my chain and he finna meet God
You need someone shot, I'm the one for the job
I'm smokin' that gas, send that boy with the mop
Dont come round this way cause you finna get robbed
I took his lil hoe got her suckin' and slobbin'
Uhh, you niggas not thorough, niggas be bitches sweeter than a churro
I'm gettin' cheese, I'm gettin' dinero
I'm throwin' bullets like I'm Joe Burrow
You niggas soft, you not finna touch me
I took his bitch and she bounce like a bunny
Stop worrying bout' me and go get you some money (Ahh, Bitch)

I got them, racks in the bag
I'm stackin' paper, I'm tryna get rich
That sack you claimed, it ain't legit
These niggas rapping but can't spit
He talkin' hot I put my hand in my pants, that boy gon' get glit
Yeah, I'm riding in that Cadillac I'm pushin' 106
Hit my shorty from the back, I got her twistin', doin' flips
Yeah, I flip her, said yo flow is sick, my flow is sicker
The gang be giving out so many shots to niggas, ain't no liquor (yeah)

And we givin' out the smoke, no swisher
I shop at Sacks, my racks got bigger
I'm young and black and stackin' figures
Ain't tryna' go outside like a introvert cause everybody know I'm dat nigga
They askin' how I be doin' it, they can't keep up with my flow I'm just too legit
This beat hittin' like I'm producing it, I be drippin' I got the newest drip
I'm in that Hellcat or Cadillac lil nigga, I'm really pushin' this thing
Got the racks up in the safe lil nigga, ugh, I'm really rich in this thing
Switchin' lanes gettin' fame, niggas not on my level lets keep it the same
And these niggas better not test me (ugh) Yeah I don't be playin' no games

Racks in the bag (Got them racks)



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Marzette
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