Racks

Lyrics

[Songtext zu "Racks"] [Intro] (JUMPA, make it jump) [Chorus: Kelvyn Colt] Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue Baby, I take no naps, ayy Hoodie on low, I creep the streets Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap) Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy Hit me up, better talk cash, ayy Racks on racks on— [Verse 1: Kelvyn Colt] Scheine, Scheine, Dicka, bin am strahl'n Dagobert, wallah, im Para baden Nie mehr Automaten, noch ein paar Verfahren Chay im Luxusladen will mei' Nummer haben Dreams come true, Brudi, was soll ich sagen? (Ja) JUMPA, make it jump, schick Koordinaten Und ich pull' up, ja Jibbit und full cup, hol Sucuk Bei gel Gör, im Studio Turn-up, ayy Bis Minimum 5 AM Baby, kille bitte nicht den Vibe, ich bin (Eh-eh) Immer noch hyped von dem Fact Wenn ich rapp', all die Zeilen kenn' I gotta concentrate bi' Two nine with me and they ten if they bi I holla at B, to go drop me that beat 'Cause I fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee [Chorus: Kelvyn Colt] Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue Baby, I take no naps, ayy (No naps) Hoodie on low, I creep the streets Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap) Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy Hit me up, better talk cash (Cash) Racks on racks on [Post-Chorus: Kelvyn Colt] (Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah (Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah (Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money I'ma call up my big homie He gon' hit you with that doo-doo-doo [Verse 2: Kelvyn Colt] Alle woll'n zieh'n, aber keiner will Smoke Pop on the scene, alle MCs choke Woah, Kelvyn Colt dope, mindset woke Woah, mein Liveset, kille die Show Ey, mashallah, Full House Bring die TBHG King Queens all out Packed up, gehe raus, racked up, back up Schiebe keine Filme, there's a clip if you act up Ra-ta-ta-ta, gib ihn'n paar Follower Und sie kommen nicht klar, wallah, jeder ist Star Ja, hier ist 'n Coupon My competition got me too bored Deutschrap ist Wish, Digga, too short Von der Playlist bis zum Moodboard Bin ich Champions League und du bist Schulsport Deshalb wäre Feature Rufmord [Chorus: Kelvyn Colt] Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue Baby, I take no naps, ayy (No naps) Hoodie on low, I creep the streets Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap) Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy Hit me up, better talk cash (Cash) Racks on racks on [Post-Chorus: Kelvyn Colt] (Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah (Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah (Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money I'ma call up my big homie He gon' hit you with that— (Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah (Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah (Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money I'ma call up my big homie He gon' hit you with that doo-doo-doo