Racks

[Songtext zu „Racks“]

[Intro]
(JUMPA, make it jump)

[Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]
Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue
Baby, I take no naps, ayy
Hoodie on low, I creep the streets
Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap)
Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy
Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy
Hit me up, better talk cash, ayy
Racks on racks on—

[Verse 1: Kelvyn Colt]
Scheine, Scheine, Dicka, bin am strahl'n
Dagobert, wallah, im Para baden
Nie mehr Automaten, noch ein paar Verfahren
Chay im Luxusladen will mei' Nummer haben
Dreams come true, Brudi, was soll ich sagen? (Ja)
JUMPA, make it jump, schick Koordinaten
Und ich pull' up, ja Jibbit und full cup, hol Sucuk
Bei gel Gör, im Studio Turn-up, ayy
Bis Minimum 5 AM
Baby, kille bitte nicht den Vibe, ich bin (Eh-eh)
Immer noch hyped von dem Fact
Wenn ich rapp', all die Zeilen kenn'
I gotta concentrate bi'
Two nine with me and they ten if they bi
I holla at B, to go drop me that beat
'Cause I fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

[Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]
Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue
Baby, I take no naps, ayy (No naps)
Hoodie on low, I creep the streets
Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap)
Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy
Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy
Hit me up, better talk cash (Cash)
Racks on racks on

[Post-Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]
(Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah
(Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah
(Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money
I'ma call up my big homie
He gon' hit you with that doo-doo-doo

[Verse 2: Kelvyn Colt]
Alle woll'n zieh'n, aber keiner will Smoke
Pop on the scene, alle MCs choke
Woah, Kelvyn Colt dope, mindset woke
Woah, mein Liveset, kille die Show
Ey, mashallah, Full House
Bring die TBHG King Queens all out
Packed up, gehe raus, racked up, back up
Schiebe keine Filme, there's a clip if you act up
Ra-ta-ta-ta, gib ihn'n paar Follower
Und sie kommen nicht klar, wallah, jeder ist Star
Ja, hier ist 'n Coupon
My competition got me too bored
Deutschrap ist Wish, Digga, too short
Von der Playlist bis zum Moodboard
Bin ich Champions League und du bist Schulsport
Deshalb wäre Feature Rufmord

[Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]
Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue
Baby, I take no naps, ayy (No naps)
Hoodie on low, I creep the streets
Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap)
Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy
Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy
Hit me up, better talk cash (Cash)
Racks on racks on

[Post-Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]
(Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah
(Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah
(Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money
I'ma call up my big homie
He gon' hit you with that—
(Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah
(Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah
(Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money
I'ma call up my big homie
He gon' hit you with that doo-doo-doo