Young Boyz Move Ya Racks

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Randy] Randy Dr. Doofenshmirtz boy I keep the tech She ain't from this hoodie, but she throw my crew neck My pockets looking fat 2004 Josh Peck Yeah I feel like Unk, hit the club and two step X-man with the laser yeah Randy Cyclops Louis bag full of gas, lil' bitch come shop Splashing on your bitch, yeah Randy bellyflop Fuck the police, boy I got that ice If she water turn nice, cause I'm Randy fucking Christ I'm on these shrooms, what you tripping? what you capping for? This bitch, this dope, this lean, this the shit that you can't afford Yeah I'm on my, high but my shirt be a horse You was married to the money but you went and got divorced [Chorus: Larry & Randy] Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? (How you fucking do that?) Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf Move fast but make sure you got your bag Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf Move fast but make sure you got your bag Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped [Verse 2: Larry] He hid the drop inside the case, I told him drop that fucking case (Please) This one for the fam who caught a case or got erased He be getting fast money, cause he think this shit a race I'm faded on Rodeo Drive, went too dumb in Hermes Squares, stars, and diamonds, it's a lot of damn shapes Bitch stay trying to be the one that I remember when I make it Pipe down, I stay with the latest Keep that, it ain't got no flavor Did that, and asked for no favors More stacks, talk to you later [Chorus: Larry & Randy] Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? (How you fucking do that?) Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf Move fast but make sure you got your bag Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf Move fast but make sure you got your bag Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped [Verse 3: SenseiATL] Keep some rounds on me, got no time to fuck around Your bitch touching on me, that's a touchdown Pull up in the Rolls, hundreds up in rolls And I keep that dope smoking like some fucking coal Posted in my city like the Westin I ain't agent Smith, but I keep the Smith and Wesson We gon' tear the club up like Three 6 Throwing stacks up that's a late night tip [Outro/Chorus: Larry & Randy] Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? (How you fucking do that?) Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf Move fast but make sure you got your bag Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf Move fast but make sure you got your bag Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped