RACKS UP Lyrics

Ha ha ha ha

Get to the racks

Ha ha ha ha

Get to the bands

Haha haha haha haha

Get to the racks

Ha ha ha ha

Get to the bands

Haha haha haha haha

Shoot your shot

Don't let your pistol jam

Make it clap let the cheeks go ham

Take a snap let me see you throw it back

Bad b from France says no problem

Get your racks up

Get your racks up

Stay according to the plan architecture

Stack it up muscle up like a press up

Hoes still gone be hoes without pressure

Mind your business keep your stick in your pants

These days bad b's want bands

Come Closer lets close up

Mimosa is thick in the air

Zip up don't speak to the feds

My pants low ab3 nsuo

Side ways can not walk like a man

Sadio mo hawk on my head

Sick nigga call ambulance

I bill up and smoke my regrets

If I'm down is God i request

If I'm up then God did the best

They really thought that they finessed me

Holler back I decline they request

In they heart they harbour the hate

Can I really clear a car in your name

This chick left scars on my face

You sold out perform for the fakes

You not great I don't rate you

If you come back I will play you

I break hearts this time like plate

Still want a sweetheart like a cake

Need to get a brink truck

Put my money all in

And move like brick squad Gucci mane

Shoot your shot

Don't let your pistol jam

Make it clap let the cheeks go ham

Take a snap let me see you throw it back

Bad b from France says no problem

Get your racks up

Get your racks up

Stay according to the plan architecture

Stack it up muscle up like a press up

Hoes still will be hoes without pressure

Get your racks up

Get your racks up

Stay according to the plan architecture

Stack it up muscle up like a press up

Hoes still gone be hoes without pressure

Get to the racks

Ha ha ha ha

Get to the bands

Haha haha haha haha

Get to the racks

Ha ha ha ha

Get to the bands

Haha haha haha haha