All These Racks On Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah So, you know, my crew, we the Most Dangerous Clique And we got a lot of money bags, call us the ROC You lookin' for us? [Verse 1: Young Thug] We on Peachtree eatin' at Slice, no pizza Racks on me, no Visa And if one of you cats play you get a bunch of red spots like a SuWoo cheetah My ho like, "Thug you hot," and I'm like, "Psh, stop, bitch I'm a freezer" But my whole crew ball like eagles I hate that fuck nigga from Cheaters But my left pocket's on Monique My ho sittin' 'round watchin' Murray Right pockets on Rhikishi Back pocket, two fat kids from the Murphies I used to be broke, now I'm worthy Tony roll the kush blunt perfect Get down with us, we workin' Your phone ain't ringin', I'm urkin' Yeah, and if they in the buildin', bitch, we contractors She flexin' and I nutted on her, call her cum actor Old white men in my pocket partyin', bachelors She threw the pussy at me and I hit it, batter [Chorus: Shawty Lo] All these racks on me So many racks on me All these hoes on me Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese All these racks on me So many racks on me All these hoes on me Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese [Verse 2: Lil' Chris (MDC)] Chris be broke, that's coupon Hand in the air like two ones Okay, let's say you dumb, but if I'm twice that means I'm too dumb Right pocket on precious and my left pocket on Norbit Back pocket on Ricki Lake and the other pocket on Forbes list I stretch the work, no Bow-Flex Watchin' me, no Rolex Me and Thug ball like Joe head And they can't stand it like broke legs Fuck around and make me hurt your ass like hemorrhoids They broke and I know they hurtin' 'cause they pain talkin' like lip sores Shawty raw like a dick with no rubber I'm sleepin' on the top, I hope Heaven sellin' covers I tell a bitch anything but never say I love her I'm stuntin' like my daddy 'cause Slice a motherfucker [Chorus: Shawty Lo] All these racks on me So many racks on me All these hoes on me Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese All these racks on me So many racks on me All these hoes on me Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese [Verse 3: Wonda B] So many racks, that's Roger them Aim for the back, no gun with them Swag to a tee, no playin' with him One eye open, he aim with him Screamin' out loud keep range on them The money all here, bags came with 'em We in the club but it's rainin' here And they drippin' wet, no rain in here Stunner life, yeah, go get it And they sneak dissin', I spoke it My front right pocket on ocean My back left pocket on blow shit The other pocket on Hogan So the last pocket don't show it I front the work, cheat sheet Ice on me, cool breeze These niggas smoochin' for the top, call 'em ass kissers Ask your ho 'bout us, she state, "The last niggas" Rob who? Take what? No mask, nigga And at the end of that story I am the last nigga, yeah [Chorus: Shawty Lo] All these racks on me So many racks on me All these hoes on me Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese All these racks on me So many racks on me All these hoes on me Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese