Racks Lyrics

Man niggas be cappin about shit I don't even understand

Why you gotta lie, it ain no reason to lie just keep it real

Why you can't hold a nigga down bruh

You can't hold me down you can't hold me down bruh

Shit crazy

Ima jus be honest, these pussy niggas don't want problems

I really get the highest, yea the shit I'm smoking really make me commas

She want a front I might fuck ya baby momma

These niggas hoe I don't got no time for drama

I want some chicken I might hit you with the llama

I'll spend a bag on a bitch in the Bahamas

When I'm lying only time that I ain honest

I feel so weak cause the shit I smoke the strongest

I got this money yea I told momma I promise

I'm on yo head oh no no I'm really on it

My niggas get you quicker than motherfuckin Sonic

This shit exotic I don't wanna call it chronic

These niggas hating cause these niggas really jealous

I spend this bag and I do that shit so careless

I get this guap Ima stack this shit forever

I don't even care about the weather, I don't care about a hater

You see my wallet I'm straighter, I make her wait like a waiter

She in the kitchen no apron, you already know what she making

Don't get the shit mistaken, you can get cooked like bacon

I up the strap start waving, pull these trigger start spraying

Better get down start praying, I told you I wasn't playing

Momma like what is you saying, I told my momma don't listen

I'm on a whole money mission, tryna get whatever we wishing

I keep my pole I ain fishing

I be by myself I don't need no friends

I jus want her head she don't need her hands

Heard my opp just hit the lotto Ima take his bands

I be around the killers while I'm moving contraband

Told her Ima do her wrong cause I can't be her man

But she said I make her wet like the Hoover Dam

I just get this money that shit funny I don't understand

Let's see how much of these racks can fit up in a rubber band

Niggas wanna hate on me but really all them niggas fans

I might get a NFT that cost about a hunnit bands

These bullets gonna be hot enough nigga you don't need a tan

If you want some smoke with me you must not know who I am

If I gotta up my shit I get big like He-Man

Know my opps be mad, they like "damn I wanna be him"

I get so damn high that I can't even see them

I just fuck these hoes really I don't even need them yuh

Really I don't even need them

Really I don't even need these hoes

Really I don't even need them

Yea I don't even need them

Cause they all up in the way

All up in the way

Really I just want get fetti

Yea all these racks like everyday

Yea all these racks the only way (All these racks)