RACKS ft. YMN Mack Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We stack the racks up

We stack the racks up

We stack the racks up

We stack the racks, we stack the- we stack the- we stack the racks

We stack the racks up

Come Here, I just wanna talk

We stack the racks up

Yeah, I'm getting high to the summit

I'm coming down like a comet

We stack the racks up

Yeah, all of my niggas uncommon

We getting high till we vomit

Mind on a million, I need a ticket

Like I'm hitting high ass speeds

I aint text her, she hit me up

Cause you aint giving her what she needs

Niggas be on my nuts for what? every dog need his fleas

As long as these niggas stay 6ft back, or I might be bound to squeeze

Give me the stacks, give me your pussy

Now she got attached, second amendment

I might buy a strap, buy me some shoes

Then make a right back, I don't lose

She archin' her back, I don't cruise

I'm snapping there necks, I wanna be rude

Cause she my bitch, I'm going on cruise, on tour we match

I'm winning, she trippin', we smoking that pack

While you offended, I'm getting these stacks

$100 a feature, I'll call you right back

Tinted out car, all paid for in cash

I'm trying to be first, now watch me last

I'm breaking her back, she told me it's facts

They think I got racks, that money don't ask

Muddy them bills, and I might need a bath

She wanna come over cause I got racks

Sit back down, or come shake that ass

Attracted to me, she calling me dad

Don't ever love me cause I got a past

Smoking them trees, not a part of the cast

NPCs all of you down bad

Look at my chain, that's not all that I have

Money in pocket, the haters they mad, but I didn't ask

I need a line just to take me a nap

She wanna fuck, Osama her back

We slidin HEMI's and chargers and Demons

I don't need wads, I'm just looking for reasons

I'm with rebels and devils and heathens

Mind your word, you don't wanna stop breathing

Sun on my hip, it'll fuck up your weekend

My lil baby like suckin and teethin