RACKS UP (feat. Johnny Curl X & Lil Kross)
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Illegal bills in my account
I got three shorties going down
Your main girl in my main account
Blonde one coming from outta town
My emo girls just like my sound
I'm playing with love cause I'm allowed
I'm playing with love cause I'm allowed
Took a few pills but I'm still out
Checking the clock, I'm running my mouth
Cause I don't care about the clout
Got them bitches on my mount
I'm saying
Get your racks up
Your racks up homie
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Go get your racks up
Your racks up homie
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Racks up
Got my foot on yo neck cuz I'm that tough
I'm way ahead, don't try to catch up
Johnny told me I'm the next up
If the money short gotta double up
I need myself a new Bentley truck
Foot in the gas, drugs on the dash
Popo coming we got to speed it up
Got a dirty sprite inside my double cup
Pop me a bean, now my tummy hurt
Got your girl with me she can't get enough
She gave me top and now she kissing ya
Sou cria da zl all my niggas tough
Say some we're gonna lay them up
Me and johnny got another one
You niggas crazy try to overcome
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Came from nothing
Young nigga going for something
I been on my own
Fuck all these bitches that bitting my hustling
Wake and bake
Puffin on clouds meditate
Made yo bitch squirt namaste
And I keep on running Andale
Only be chasing the guap
I run I don't stop
Yo bitty bitch gimme top
Talking that shit but you not
Fucking all them thots
You still live at you mamas spot
You know that ma shit be hot
Locked in I'm on lock
Going nowhere but the top
Savage nigga like my pops
These niggas be soft
Internet shit got you lost
Bands a make a hoe dance
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Bands a make a nigga trend
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Illegal bills in my account
Your racks up
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Illegal bills in my account
I got three shorties going down
Your main girl in my main account
Blonde one coming from outta town
My emo girls just like my sound
I'm playing with love cause I'm allowed
I'm playing with love cause I'm allowed
Took a few pills but I'm still out
Checking the clock, I'm running my mouth
Cause I don't care about the clout
Got them bitches on my mount
I'm saying
Get your racks up
Your racks up homie
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Go get your racks up
Your racks up homie
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Racks up
Got my foot on yo neck cuz I'm that tough
I'm way ahead, don't try to catch up
Johnny told me I'm the next up
If the money short gotta double up
I need myself a new Bentley truck
Foot in the gas, drugs on the dash
Popo coming we got to speed it up
Got a dirty sprite inside my double cup
Pop me a bean, now my tummy hurt
Got your girl with me she can't get enough
She gave me top and now she kissing ya
Sou cria da zl all my niggas tough
Say some we're gonna lay them up
Me and johnny got another one
You niggas crazy try to overcome
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Came from nothing
Young nigga going for something
I been on my own
Fuck all these bitches that bitting my hustling
Wake and bake
Puffin on clouds meditate
Made yo bitch squirt namaste
And I keep on running Andale
Only be chasing the guap
I run I don't stop
Yo bitty bitch gimme top
Talking that shit but you not
Fucking all them thots
You still live at you mamas spot
You know that ma shit be hot
Locked in I'm on lock
Going nowhere but the top
Savage nigga like my pops
These niggas be soft
Internet shit got you lost
Bands a make a hoe dance
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Bands a make a nigga trend
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Time to get your racks up
Your racks up
Go get your racks up
Your racks up
Get your racks up
Your racks up
Illegal bills in my account
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Kross
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