Racks on Racks

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Racks on Racks

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[Intro] Phew Oh my, oh my, uh, oh my, yeah Yeah, yeah [Chorus] (Yeah, what?) Keep it real, uh, two big drills, uh (What?) Poppin' seals uh, pop in my grills, uh (Yeah) I'm in the hills, uh (Grrt), countin' up these bills, uh Like, how you feel, now? Screw how you feel, nah (Yeah) I'm Gucci'd up (What?), I'm Louis'd up (Oh, yeah) I'm suited up (Oh, yeah), I'm booted up I'm way too turnt, I give 'em hell I keep it turnt, ring like a bell She smart as hell straight outta' Yale (Yeah) I need that brain, she hit my cell (Yeah) [Verse 1] [?] wish 'em well Just made a hunnid' racks, to all the hate, I hear none of that [?] Love me back She be like, "Why did you call me back." Nah, I'm way too on, [?] (Yeah) They callin' my phone what you want? They copy my phone, I'm your unc' They copy my swag, I'm your dad (What?) [?] Son Cause I know its finna be bad, I'll blow your head off with a gun [?] In the trash, [?] Got me mad [Bridge] They hit a race, I think they wanna race, now tell me what's up with that? (What's up with that?) [?], like I'm droppin' back to back (Yeah) Hop in the race with in a SRT, had to go and hop on [?] Issey Miyake my jeans, I'm going from state to state, from show to show [Verse 2] Swear we got racks-on racks-on racks-on racks-on racks-on racks-on racks (Yeah) I feel like, uh, I feel like [?] can't relax (Yeah) [?] Ho finna be turnt, when I drop this track (Yeah) [?] Cut that back (Yeah) [?] Cause I want you to know, I don't care, I'll blow him back (Brrt) Mihana we eat, Balenci' my feet, your favorite artist tryna cop up the feat [?] [?] Like I'm bout' to ski, damn, nobody don't need me (Lei) [Chorus] (Yeah, what?) Keep it real, uh (Ooh), two big drills, uh (What?) Poppin' seals uh (Ooh), pop in my grills, uh (Yeah) I'm in the hills, uh (Grrt), countin' up these bills, uh (Yeah) Like, how you feel, now? Screw how you feel, nah (Yeah) I'm Gucci'd up (Ooh), I'm Louis'd up (What? Oh, yeah) I'm suited up (Ooh, oh, yeah), I'm booted up I'm way too turnt, I give 'em hell I keep it turnt, ring like a bell (Bah-bah) She smart as hell straight outta' Yale (Yeah) I need that brain, she hit my cell (Yeah)

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