Racks

[Chorus]
Yeah, huh, yeah
Racks on top of racks on top of racks on top of racks
I ship packs out to the east and plus the south, bitch, fuck the west
Try to slime me out, suggest you watch yo' mouth 'fore you meet the TEC
Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out, leave ya stretched
Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out with them fully's at yo' neck
I know niggas out there, slide down to your house just for a check
All these bitch niggas say they slime, bitch, why you lyin' just for the 'net?
You pay yo' shooters fifty grand, my shooters slide for somethin' less

[Verse]
I'ma ship the pack out to the trap house
Nigga run up, he get blacked down
We gon' spin, where yo' nigga's trap house at?
Ain't no way you finna back down
I'ma walk down with the gats out
You get pushed back, you get whacked down
We go band for band, pull yo' racks out
Man for man, pull yo' hats out
Slide down with a stick, nigga, blackout
Five-star shooter, might pull yo' Max out
Big body talkin', might get ya' backed down
Plug made out for a round, crash out
50K bands, might go and cash out
Nigga tried to slide, lil' twin backed out
Face to the game, but you'll get lagged out (Ugh)
Slime
I run around with that stick on my side
Nigga tryna run up, bet that fuck nigga died
Ayerp slide down with a ARP
With a flash that'll leave ya ass blind
I'm the type of nigga hop out with a big 15
Lil' Dev hop out with a 9
Go over the bad bitch house, see, I'm really tryna fuck
But the ho keep talkin' 'bout signs
Huh, walk him down with baby Drac', call ROP, we snatch yo' brains
If my shooter shoot for shoes, imagine what he do for chains
Next up with them baby 9's, Ayerp slide just like we Payne
I'm that type of nigga, I'm gon' fire in a 1v5 'cause I'm insane

[Bridge]
(Shh, frrt, slime)

[Chorus]
Yeah, huh, yeah
Racks on top of racks on top of racks on top of racks
I ship packs out to the east and plus the south, bitch, fuck the west
Try to slime me out, suggest you watch yo' mouth 'fore you meet the TEC
Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out, leave ya stretched
Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out with them fully's at yo' neck
I know niggas out there, slide down to your house just for a check
All these bitch niggas say they slime, bitch, why you lyin' just for the 'net?
You pay yo' shooters fifty grand, my shooters slide for somethin' less