Racks

[Intro: Lil Gotit]
Let's go

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge
They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra
'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I got racks a whole lot, yah yah
I can never wife a thot, yah yah
I got a bad bitch, she suck me, no askin'
But I heard they actin, all these niggas stay cappin'
I'm fresh off a speed boat, got hunnids, I'm countin' them backends
I'm makin' her deep throat, your bitch, I break that back in
Used to ride 'round with the Tec, hmm, now my neck cold
Told Lil Gotit we rich, we gettin' them hunchos

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge
They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra
'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
I got racks a whole lot
I'm so high, I feel like Amy Winehouse
That pussy deep, I had to climb out
You not FBG, lil baby, one fye, you get slimed out
We was so broke, mama seen all that paper, she had cried out
Shit don't make no sense, Houston raised a wise kid
I did what I did, now this money pilin'
She a fool with the head, 'cause knowledge
Name it, I can buy it, all these fuckin hunnids
Crazy what that do

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge
They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra
'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]

[Verse 3: Lil Quill]
Bitch I got racks, a whole lotta, hmm
Bands, look like I just hit the lotto
Big dog [?], stick out
Suck it, then she went for my partner
Jetlag, we in the first room
Pull out the chopper, go to your mama room
Never gon' let up, yep, it sunny
I took a lick up, racks in my jeans, filled up
Sippin on Lean, hiccup
I'm with the gang, lift up
Spinnin round, lil' mama fucked my links up
I fuck her right in the Brinx truck
She hit up Slime, she gon' fuck

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin', my life on edge
They talkin' ra-ra, gon' get they lips gra-ra
'Cause we gon' ball out, my shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off, it's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a [?]