Racks On Me

Rich The Kid Intro
They didn't think you could do it back then
Know what I'm saying, back then when you was riding the bus
Know what I'm saying, when you was walking, taking the train
Handing out CD's they didn't believe you and then
So now it's time to flex on them

Rich: Chorus
Yuh Yuh I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store
I trapping I'm whipping another roll
Ima pour another four
Ninja turtle I'm moving slow
Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting
Pull out the choppa I'm firing
I stay with the pistol not lying
Walk around thinking it's sweet
Pop out leave you in the street
Wassup with these rap niggas
I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu
I keep the Mac no computer
I walk around with a shooter
Imma smoke you like a hookah
Walk up on me imma do you

Rich Verse/Bridge
Fucking your bitch with my ease
I made it they didn't believe me
They doubted us, you know what I'm saying since day 1
Now what we doing
I just might go to Belize
Trap it down like I'm Jeezy
Play with the keys like Stevie
I put the house on me
Big pointers Big cuban I gotta act up
That's the definition of new freezer
I got them Racks on me
I put your face on a tee
Knock you off for a G
I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store
I started just trapping the tree

Reggie Verse
Rich Plug Talk Plug
Diamonds Freeze
Pockets Blue Cheese
So Caked up you can't believe
10 bad bitches overseas
Fucked em all in Italy
Trappin in your country
Balenciaga Louis Feet
Passed these hoes to my slime my G
Fucked her in Prada in Germany
Spray with Uzi so urgently
Bullets gone hit with the certainty
Fly around with the choppa on me
Jet Life know these lames wanna see
Ice water I been freezing the streets
Diamonds biting like piranhas on me

Rich: Chorus
I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store
I trapping I'm whipping another roll
Ima pour another four
Ninja turtle I'm moving slow
Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting
Pull out the choppa I'm firing
I stay with the pistol not lying
Walk around thinking it's sweet
Pop out leave you in the street
Wassup with these rap niggas
I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu
I keep the Mac no computer
I walk around with a shooter
Imma smoke you like a hookah
Walk up on me imma do you

Famous Dex Verse
I walk around with a shooter
I do not beef on computers
Yeah boy you a loser
Your diamonds fake boy who you fooling
Huh huh Not me huh
My shooters with my they lurk in the street
Huh yeah a bee sting your ass like a bubble bee
All they bitches they on me
All these niggas act phony for a lil piece of money
Yeah I know you a dummy
What I just bought me a bently truck
Bad bitch wanna suck me up ooh
Imma just put it in her guts
Yeah I'm onto somethin
Ooh look at the ap it dance
Run up on me and I blam
Aim it at you and your mans
Ooh y'all some goofies
Came a long way yeah I was just foolin
Now a nigga shooting movies
Pussy boy you ain't stupid
Huh yeah what yeah you know what I'm sayin
Run on me shooting movies
Pussy boy you ain't stupid what yeah
Reggie, Rich, yeah lil bitch
Yeah hah yeah Dexter!

Rich: Chorus
I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store
I trapping I'm whipping another roll
Ima pour another four
Ninja turtle I'm moving slow
Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting
Pull out the choppa I'm firing
I stay with the pistol not lying
Walk around thinking it's sweet
Pop out leave you in the street
Wassup with these rap niggas
I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu
I keep the Mac no computer
I walk around with a shooter
Imma smoke you like a hookah
Walk up on me imma do you