Big Racks Lyrics

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Big racks, big dreams tryna make it out

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Big racks, big dreams tryna make it out

When you grow up in the streets, ain't no safe house

Ain't puttin' this beat, go crazy

It's hokatiwi

On my way to the top, I'ma stay focused, gotta give it all I got

Circle got small, then they turn just some opps

Big bread comin' so you know I can't stop

I'm with the mob and you know we gon' spin through

Niggas be funny and they be actin' like cartoons

I be outside, know the sharks show gratitude

If it is a bag, then you know they put it on you

I'ma do my thing even if I'm in a drought

Niggas know my name cause my music got out

I been makin' hits way back in the house

Had to change up the lo, had to change up my sound

Had hard times and they thought I was a mess

Had to live and grow, get this shit off my chest

They say I'm a G, I ain't talkin' alphabet

I'ma get paid even if it's more or less

Big racks, big dreams tryna make it out

When you grow up in the streets, ain't no safe house

Mama wasn't there, didn't know her whereabouts

She was married to a nigga who ain't care about us

I been in my bag for all the times that I was hurt

No more pro clubs, Armani for the shirt

I been bout pape, know that shit come in first

I'ma get rich off these shows and this merch

Give it all I got, man, you know I represent

This is not a class and it will not be dismissed

Try to push my buttons, I am not a ballpoint pen

And these niggas ain't your brothers tryna act just like kids

Told cuz, I just want some Cartier lenses

Ain't no Hondas, only strictly ride Benzes

Ain't no competition, cuz niggas ain't friendly

Leveled up from Kias, I'm tryna get a SRT

Sun outside and it's lookin' like a movie

Seen a real one and she had to pursue me

Top model shit, she just want Louis Gucci

And she would stay down if I wasn't a hooptie

Sun outside and it's lookin' like a movie

Seen a real one and she had to pursue me

Top model shit, she just want Louis Gucci

And she would stay down if I wasn't a hooptie

Big racks, big dreams, tryna make it out

When you grow up in the streets, ain't no safe house

Mama wasn't there, didn't know her whereabouts

She was married to a nigga who ain't care about us

I've been in my bag for all the times that I was hurt

No more pro clubs or Armani for the shirt

I've been bout pape, know that shit come in first

I'ma get rich off these shows and this merch

Big racks, big dreams, tryna make it out

When you grow up in the streets, ain't no safe house

Mama wasn't there, didn't know her whereabouts

She was married to a nigga who ain't care about us

I've been in my bag for all the times that I was hurt

No more pro clubs or Armani for the shirt

I've been bout pape, know that shit come in first

I'ma get rich off these shows and this merch