Racks

[Intro]
Aye Aye
Squad Boyz Lil' Bitch
Lil' Bitch Lil' Bitch
Squad Boyz Lil' Bitch
Aye Aye
I Brought The Racks Up In
Aye

[Hook: Swipey]
Aye dirty money shit I brought the racks up in
I been duckin' from the cops I'm busy trafficking
If you run up talkin' dumb you might get smacked again
I call bruh bruh out the cut we shoot like Pakistan
We walk in they scream our name "who let the rappers in?"
We hop out like 20 deep "who let the trappers in?"
Just in case they think I'm broke I show them racks again
This that Squad Boy shit I came to represent

[Verse 1: Romilli]
Squad Boyz bitch Romilli brought them racks in here
I'm smokin' dope I'm crackin' sils I'm off that act again
These niggas fake can't trust a soul no i can't hang with them
Trouble Squad yeah that's my squad I tote them thangs with them
I'm too busy chasin' money bitch I'm gettin bands
Can't hear nothing that you be sayin' bitch I'm smokin gas
I got this Glock right here in my hand fry yo ass like a pan
I got this white bitch speak no English say she from Japan
All these niggas scream omertà be hot like some sand
Might through swipe shit up lil' bitch not talkin' bout free bands
All these niggas scream omertà be hot like some sand
Might through swipe shit up lil' bitch not talkin' bout free bands

[Hook: Swipey]
Aye dirty money shit I brought the racks up in
I been duckin' from the cops I'm busy trafficking
If you run up talkin' dumb you might get smacked again
I call bruh bruh out the cut we shoot like Pakistan
We walk in they scream our name "who let the rappers in?"
We hop out like 20 deep "who let the trappers in?"
Just in case they think I'm broke I show them racks again
This that Squad Boy shit I came to represent

[Verse 2: Swipey]
Don’t call me wit’ that bullshit you irrelevant
I’m smokin’ dope the dope I smoke so heaven sent
I’m stupid fly I’m fly just like a pelican
You can ask yo bitch my name hold weight like elephants
Put that molly on her tongue and let it settle in
Fuck the opps cause they know who we better than
These niggas actors man they David Letterman
They know we gon’ run it up don’t even sweat it man
Fuck, Afghanistan I’m a dirty taliban
Do that money dance chop that brick like Jackie Chan
Fly Peter Pan got that cheese no pizza man
And if you see the man send shots in that Beamer man

[Hook: Swipey]
Aye dirty money shit I brought the racks up in
I been duckin' from the cops I'm busy trafficking
If you run up talkin' dumb you might get smacked again
I call bruh bruh out the cut we shoot like Pakistan
We walk in they scream our name "who let the rappers in?"
We hop out like 20 deep "who let the trappers in?"
Just in case they think I'm broke I show them racks again
This that Squad Boy shit I came to represent