Fat Racks Lyrics

Fat racks, uhhh

Fat racks in my pocket, got them

Fat racks in my pocket, got them poppin' hoe

Foreign bitches on my body, think they tropical

This some young rich real shit, bitch

Fat racks in my pocket, got them poppin' hoe

Foreign bitches on my body, think they tropical

It's always money over bitches, it ain't optional

Run it up the best way, I'mma do it optimal (shit)

Talkin' about 'em pleas, bro, we is not coppin those (never)

Came from overseas, that's where I be coppin clothes (ayy)

Came up from a P, I don't like to rob them stores (uhh)

If she ain't givin' neck, I'mma drop them hoes

Jungle juice up in the cream soda, got the Wocky high

I don't like to flex, so I'm really not a cocky guy

You sellin' lil' nugs, but my nugs be broccoli sized

Tapped in with the banker, guess I'm locked up with Monopoly ties

I don't want the dubs, I need them fifties and them hundreds

Cops breakin' down them door, the drugs, we had to flush it

Had to score in the third, so my bro could really clutch it

Got your VVS from eBay, but my diamonds had to Hutch it

Fat racks, see them stickin' through the skinny jeans

Learned on my own, had to get the bag by any means

Rather punch his bank account, I wouldn't wanna punch his spleen

Yeah, cause I'm really not a fighter, ho

Sparkin' up yo' mans, someone past the lighter, bro

Punchin' in the stu', cause I'm really not a writer, ho

Say you gettin' P and yo' packs, feelin' lighter, bro

Spittin' heat in the booth, someone call the fireman

Court side, you probably just sittin' where the choir stand

Spinnin' on the opps so much, I'm like the dryer man

Fuck her, then I'm goin' ghost, I'm feelin' like the Rider man

Bitch, cause every fit flame

Bitch, and yo' shit lame

I'm with bro who chop a brick, call him Sensei

Feelin' like the weekend, but it's a Wednesday

Teacher said I wouldn't be shit, well, I'm a trapstar

Homie think he really rich, well, then show me yo' black card

Buffed up, double cup, you can say my Act hard

You ain't never seen a acre, bitch, look at my backyard

Song not goin' to the vault, but it's still Big Bank

You was tryna see the Titanic, and then yo' ships sank

Mom sent me to rehab, and I still sip drank

Drank too much of the Wockhardt, and now my piss pink

Just like her pussy, bitch, ha