Rickey Racks

Lyrics

[Intro] This is a Dolan Beats production Bans, yeah, hah, racks Man a young nigga really had some racks in his pocket, nigga Fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga Bans, yeah, ayy [Chorus] Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em Outside (Bans), takin' risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew) Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer? Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel (Bans) If a nigga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt) She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah) Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him [Verse 1] Pussy boy ain't got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah) Nigga I be runnin' waves, need to copyright this shit Your favorite rapper on my dick, I can't even take a piss (Yeah) I was on the block starvin', tryna run it where you live Ain't no love for these niggas, catch a case and watch 'em switch Put a twenty on the table, watchin' niggas turn to bitches (Yeah, damn) But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah) Niggas rappin' 'bout the streets when really he ain't ate, goddamn They diggin', I'm kickin' this shit, his ho on my dick I pop me a Perc' when I'm up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift These niggas they hatin', I'm tryna get rich, they stay out the mix I'm keepin' it goin', I'm poppin' my shit (Ayy), I'ma die for this shit, ayy (Yeah) [Chorus] Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer? Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel If a nigga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt) She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah) Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him [Verse 2] Yeah, I could never fear him, yeah, I could never feel him Boy, I know you sentimental, you ain't built like the general Rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in 'em Got my old bitch mad 'cause I ain't say I miss her Yeah, she talk a lot of shit but I can't even hear I been knew I was that nigga from just lookin' in the mirror I done hit a lot of licks just to make my vision clear And it's free Che Trill, man, it's almost been a year Ayy, free Rick Rare, we gon' smash off in a Lear Niggas run they mouth a lot 'cause they don't listen with their ears But I just keep my head up 'cause I'm knowin' that it's near I done lived and I done learned, it ain't no heart, it ain't no fear [Chorus] Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer? Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel If a nigga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt) She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah) Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him