Run Up the Racks

Lyrics

[Intro] Austin On Tha Track Bitch I'm really wid that Hey Hey what Bitch Look [Chorus: Scotty Cain] I run up them racks, flippin' these packs Trappin' and rappin' You [?] bitch You kissing that hoe [a pistol?] in my lap I'm bound to paint I fuck with the drank I be in the lab Nigga don't try me I'm uppin the MAC You can catch one to your head I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap Nigga, I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap [Verse 1: Scotty Cain] Run up them racks, flippin' these packs, I be in the trap If you try to jack, [?] through his back, blow yo shit off the map I'm always switching my phones, 'cause I don't want my shit tapped If you ain't [?] yo ass, I don't fuck with no rats All of my niggas don't rap, I teach 'em to trap, just so they can get racks Take all my show money and I go get all packs, so they can flip back to back Talking funny, nigga never hit my line, never answer or never hit you back Never hate on me about a bitch, 'cause I got enough and I'm hittin' that Yeah I'm gettin' that She throw it back I'm into that Gotta smash the gas She only fuck with me just cause I got a bag And I only fuck with her just 'cause she got that ass I'm pushin' [?] Ain't no [?] I been rockin' designer, and never keep the tags Just a young nigga, 22, you know I get them bands Don't like hittin' yo bitch, I just like gettin' head [Chorus: Scotty Cain] I run up them racks, flippin' these packs Trappin' and rappin' You [?] bitch You kissing that hoe [a pistol?] in my lap I'm bound to paint I fuck with the drank I be in the lab Nigga don't try me I'm uppin the MAC You can catch one to your head I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap Nigga, I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] I run up the racks, I run up the racks, I run up the racks I'm hitting the lotto, copping foreigns [?] I'm having this money, I'm fucking these hoes, I'm sipping this Ac I'm stating these facts, I keep it a hundred, that nigga's a rat Look, I run up these racks, I run up these racks, my bitch is bad [?] No, we don't do no shopping at no clearance racks No sliding or no punches, bitch, we paying cash I've been sliding in these foreigns, tryna punch a dash Baby daddy [?] He be talking 'bout the money, but don't touch no cash That boy around here looking bummy, yeah, he doing bad I've been shitting on these niggas, I've been showing my ass I just knocked a new bitch, and I'm ignoring my last I remember I was down and out and on my ass Big shopping out [?] couting all this cash It's Philthy [Chorus: Scotty Cain] I run up them racks, flippin' these packs Trappin' and rappin' You [?] bitch You kissing that hoe [a pistol?] in my lap I'm bound to paint I fuck with the drank I be in the lab Nigga don't try me I'm uppin the MAC You can catch one to your head I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap Nigga, I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap