Racks In

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: frankslastday, Armani]
Yeah, got that all black whip (Yeah)
Park it at the crib (Yeah)
It's a lot of racks in here, can tell the way I live (Tell the way I live)
If that was my bitch, I swear, man, she'd be out of here (Oh)
I tell myself that I'm the man when I look in the mirror (Yeah)
Yeah, I know that I'm him (Yeah)
That's why I got no friends (No)
And I don't got no feelings (Oh), 'cause they as bad as them (Yeah)
Who the fuck gon' tell me shit? (Yeah)
'Cause I don't give a damn (I don't give a damn)
Yeah, I did this by myself, I never had no helping hand (LASTDAY, oh, oh)
I want
I said, I want more of that (Oh)
I need more of that (Oh)
I want more smoke (Oh)
I wanna get rid of him (Oh)
He ain't on our side. fuck it, we needa get rid of them
Ain't no space, ain't gettin in (Yeah)
We just got some racks and we just doubled it (Oh)
I just called my brother, man, I told him that we gotta win (Oh)
I don't wan' be like him, I don't care if we just gotta sin (Yeah)
I'ma take that route because I need my pockets that big (Ah, yeah)

[Refrain: Armani]
Yeah, racks in
Yeah, racks in
Yeah, racks in
Yeah, racks in
Yeah, the racks hit
Yeah, the racks hit
Yeah, ya gettin' hit
Yeah, yeah, gettin' split (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, gettin' split (Yeah, ah)

[Verse 2: Armani]
I don't care 'bout who you with (Who you with)
All my niggas gettin' rich (Ah)
I just pulled up with a bitch
I pulled up in another whip (Oh)
Tell 'em that we online, but my niggas outside (Oh)
Ready, get it in with ya
Bitch, I'm really him, nigga (Yeah)
Told her, "Don't take no pictures" (No, woah)
'Cause my bitch gon' get to trippin' (Woah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm LASTDIZZY, you know that we stand on business (Uh-huh)
Make her make a hard decision
Scout just shot with good precision (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, yeah)
We just caught another victim
Yeah, it's been a minute
I don't really like to listen
'less you talkin' bands or bitches (Yeah, yeah)
She in love with fancy dresses
I'm in love with Drac's and switches (Oh, woah)
I'm in love with gettin' richer
She gon' get cropped out the picture (Woah, woah)
I don't got no time for her
Bitch, I'm rockin' Tom Ford
I don't stand in line for it
Yeah, I had to crawl for it
Now I stand 'round palm trees and these bad bitches when I'm down in Florida
I can see these kids tryna surf on the wave but they can't afford it (Yeah)
I ignore it
Racks in
I'm tryna fuck an actress
Put my bitch in Aston Martin (Woo)
Bitch, I'm geeked up with the martians (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bro been filled up with narcotics and I'm booted off an X pill (Booted, oh)
Heard you tryna push up on my twin, you in the wrong field (Yeah, you in the wrong field)
Gettin' split
That's that shit that get ya killed (Yeah)
That's that shit that get ya spilled over like some fuckin' milk
Heard they want me dead but I can't crash until I see a mil' (No, no)
Heard they want me dead but I can't crash until I sign the deal (No)
Bein' real (No)