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Racks in packs in

Running up the last ten

Purple sack I'm taxing

Hard to park the ass in

Foot on the weight I'm maxing

Know it's young Roqit I'm blasting

Might turn his ass to a caption

I'm cutting it up like a fraction

Paper or plastic transactions

Upgrade my bitch I done doubled the Ds

Bag used to be coach but I done doubled her Cs

Got on no Gucci got double the Gs

Upping the price got me in trouble with fiends

Burberry drip that's what be on my tees

She wanna crown Alexander McQueen

Raider real life rocking L to the V

Freak for designer she like D to the G

Gave her my swimmers hit that bitch with a backstroke

Ran it up quick I been had a knack fo'

Fucked up his pockets like where did his bag go

Got 'em a new hoe and fucked up his cash flow

Too nice been having hooks like Bass Pro

Ain't give 'em a front now they hate from the Last row

Nice with the work I'm taking off like Astro

Can't tie her up even if she my lasso

Say, what's happening

Mechanic in the hood with tool and a ratchet

Don't work for Amazon, drop off a package

Round of applause the way that bitch get clappin'

Bitch get snapping tell 'em to tap in

Cop bows of the strong and the OG classic

Trick just passed it, gone poof magic

Swear that he ain't scared but he sure symptomatic

Swear he symptomatic

I said he don't want no static

Ain't have to switch the transmission but I done turned it automatic

Always be worried bout the smoke but when it come they don't match it

They know I'm coming for the throat so I'm just waiting for the pack hit

Racks in packs in

Running up the last ten

Purple sack I'm taxing

Hard to park the ass in

Foot on the weight I'm maxing

Know it's young Roqit I'm blasting

Might turn his ass to a caption

I'm cutting it up like a fraction

Paper or plastic transactions

Whole lotta he say she say but ain't no white n black

Got a few shooters give 'em more than a knick get it gone quick cuz I might gotta knack

Finna go put a lil green on his hat take a couple of racks they gonna go turn 'em to pack

You knowin been on his ass, hope that mf crash he reach for his bag, God calling 'em back

He ain't a fighter

Rocking boots but I fuck with them swipers

In the pack and get sparked like a lighter

They knowing I been with the shit need a diaper

Walk up and walk down with the stick like a hiker

Been slangin that heat so we hop in a striker

My bitch and the striker both don't got a title

Been having motion while they still in idle

Might hop out the coupe unexpected arrival

Five star recruit I'm respected by rivals

Ps and the Qs you can check on my file

Pull up on them folks like I ain't seen in a while

Can't turn me up high heat on the dial

Click and a flash since he wanna go viral

How is you hating from the back of the aisle

No more than a ten day it's just a lil trial

Ain in my bag but she fuck me for frito

If you want to get it back come repo

Go give 'em the business tuxedo

On god ain't no dealings with me though

Number one still loading just like that I'm D-Lo

Floating the whip like a mother fucking cheat code

Catch me on top like a mother fucking steeple

Or like eagle

Got the lil bitch in position like beagle

They screaming like Roqit come talk to them people

If I drop off the rock then I'm threading the needle

Beat the bitch back got her laying in fetal

Gotta talk to her nice cuz her feelings is feeble

I drop off my kids like paint on an eisel

Wanna go come back you can get you a sequel

Get you some real smoke that mother fucking diesel

If you wanna know why I still ain't gone legal

Racks in packs in

Running up the last ten

Purple sack I'm taxing

Hard to park the ass in

Foot on the weight I'm maxing

Know it's young Roqit I'm blasting

Might turn his ass to a caption

I'm cutting it up like a fraction

Paper or plastic transactions