Racks, Pt. 2

[Verse 1]
Whippin' in the Bentley, no, this is not a Range
My gun not recreational, I don't pull up to no Range
His new name is snapback, cause his whole life, it be cap
All my money, blue no green, like the Thugger, we all say slatt
Balenciaga 5,000, I spend, I buy no gap
Wear a fitted cap, all white tee, and I got my strap
Pull up in that Bentley, pull up in the Gini
He ain't like me, cause he wanna be me
Wearing a mask, not wearing no beanie
Multiple flows for multiple fits

[Verse 2]
She wanna get close, cause she want a new bag
Hop inside the Jag, wearing Ricky it's not Raf
Shopping, don't look at the tag
Got my money up in my bag, that's a rack
Shout out Lil Uzi, cause my bag filled with that cash
I had to get this sample, cause this song is T'd
Fiji, water, VVS, got these pants from overseas
How much money is really in my stash
Meek Mill, used to pray for times like this, fuck the past
You never coming first, boy you always finish last
Every time I spit a verse, yeah, I up all these racks

[Verse 3]
I could never lose, I got all these blues
Icy all my diamonds, emeralds on the Gucci shoes
I got the vision so I can see what you gon' do
Handy Manny, keep it handy, I just got the tool
What the fuck you gonna do? I just walk in with my crew
Counting all these bands, and count it with both hands
He said that I fell off but that boy, he's just a fan
Bandicoot when I ride, I crash down inside the Lam

[Verse 4]
You want smoke, you gon' get it
You was so happy when you bought a Civic
My life a movie everyday when I live it
Cut off the snakes, basketball, then I pivot
Yeah, but I came in with these racks
I get Ricky Owens on my bag, that's not no Raf

[Verse 5]
Uh, if you fuck with me, you lose
I get y'all lil bitch and that bitch, she gon' pick and choose
Icy all my diamonds, I just got some Gucci shoes
I walk in the function and you know I got my tool
Yo, tell my lil mans, keep it cool
Pull up in a Trackhawk, I don't pull up inside a coupe
Was the flyest motherfucker ever since I was in school
Now I got to run it up and get these racks
I had to go racing the finish line all these laps
I got a 30 on me, it just be my strap
I got a Nina on me, it be in my lap
I feel like a teacher homie, cause your shit is trash
I had to go teach her homie, I don't wanna back
I had to go teach her homie, I don't wanna back
I feel like a teacher homie, your shit is so trash

[Verse 6]
Fuck a, bitch, man, I hit it from the back
I be in the club and I'm throwing all these racks
I'm inside a hellcat, no, I'm not inside no Jag
I had to get my duffle bag cause it's filled with racks
Run this shit up, that's a rack, that's a rack
I wanna smoke, so I need me a back
Inside of my duffle bag, yeah, I got all these racks
I walk in your party and you know they wanna take
Snap, chats, cause the diamonds on my wrist
All these diamonds, they flooded, I can walk on any bitch
I got Rick Owens, I don't walk in no shit
I'm in the party, I walk out Saks Fifth