Racks on Me ft. Slim Sonic Lyrics

Woahhh, woahh

Pull up got the keys to my city

Reppin' Houston, like my name is Whitney

Yea this lifestyle I live, yea it's pretty

Yes these niggas, they wish they could be me

Only you place you see me, is the TV

Got a rhinestone belt, yea it's BB

I'm make plays, like I play in the big league

I count cash, I do it on repeat

Racks on me, racks, racks

YSL Jeans, niggas be talking, but don't speak facts, they just talk out they ass

Italian leather that's my bag, yea I fell in love with the cash

I count the racks like cheese, I'm hot like 300 degrees

Stay fly like a bumblebee, I live life with new memories

Anything I want, I just dream

Get the green, call it celery

I'm a young rebel, with a new regime

My money long, like a limousine

I feel like the dream, like my name Hakeem

I'm talkin' shit, like I was a reverend

I'm not new to this yea I been a veteran

Got the sour D, I just treat it like medicine

I believe in myself, like the New Testament

Too much cash in my socks

Why these niggas, all on my crotch

Like a watchtower, I'll never fall

I do magic, like John Wall

When it's my turn, imma just ball

H-Town hero, like Paul Wall

Don't got no fear, imma stand tall

In my life imma have it all

Racks on me, racks, racks

YSL Jeans, niggas be talking, but don't speak facts, they just talk out they ass

Italian leather that's my bag, yea I fell in love with the cash

I count the racks like cheese, I'm hot like 300 degrees

Stay fly like a bumblebee, I live life with new memories

Anything I want, I just dream

Get the green, call it celery

I'm a young rebel, with a new regime

My money long, like a limousine

I feel like the dream, like my name Hakeem

I walk with the mo'fuckin' racks

I walk with the mo'fuckin' packs

We sell and smoke out the pack

Me and my niggas will roll up your team, ya

I made six figs off some fiends, ya

Nigga be hating', cause I'm doing me

Every walk on the sidewalk, I disconnect from my thoughts

I disconnect from reality, black Air Force mentality

Niggas down bad, and it's sad to see

A nigga true colors always come out, when there's always a tragedy

Racks on me, racks, racks

YSL Jeans, niggas be talking, but don't speak facts, they just talk out they ass

Italian leather that's my bag, yea I fell in love with the cash

I count the racks like cheese, I'm hot like 300 degrees

Stay fly like a bumblebee, I live life with new memories

Anything I want, I just dream

Get the green, call it celery

I'm a young rebel, with a new regime

My money long, like a limousine

I feel like the dream, like my name Hakeem

Hakeem

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