Racks

Traphouse Mob luca on the track

Racks, how you gon' say you get
Money? You know that ain't facts
(That ain't facts)
We in the booth getting blunted
I'm sitting here countin' up stacks 
(Up racks)
How you gon' call that shit za? You know
That shit isn't no pack (That's mid)
I got your shorty on fire, she out here
I'm blowing her back (Her back)

Facts, I tell your shorty "Relax" (Woah)
Baby, I still gotta tax
Make a bitch run a mile in flats (Run)
Woah, movin', I was out trappin', my nigga
The fuck is you doin'? (Fuck is you doin'?)
I'm with your shorty, she clappin'
You know that bitch steady be choosin'
(Clap) when is you niggas gon' pack it up?
'Cause you just steady be losin' (Pack up)
I get why these pussies be actin'
It's probably 'cause my life a movie
(Movie) , woah
I don't talk to you, nigga, we bend blocks
(Woah) y'all steady talk to the police
My nigga, y'all been opps, ayy
You act like shorty a queen
But she is a big thot (She a thot)
It ain't a holiday
We at your crib takin' big shots
(Boom, boom, boom) she feel excited
I brought your new bitch to the trap spot
(Trap spot) you entertaining, my nigga
You pussies some mascots (Mascots)
Style, it took your shorty a while (Woah)
She fell in love with the sound (Huh?)
She fell in love 'cause I'm wild (Wild)
Wild (Wild) , woah (Woah) , I get the money, you don't (Nah)
I get the money and go
(Huh?) , these niggas hate on the road (Road)
Pole (Woah) , baow, we hit your face, body (Baow)
Nigga was talkin', he rowdy
He get a clip if he doubt me (Grrt)
Try me (Try) , wildin', nigga
I feel like I'm Fivie (Fivie)
I got this big drip on me
(Drip) , I got your shorty beside me (Drip)
Woah

Racks, how you gon' say you get
Money? You know that ain't facts
(Know that ain't facts)
We in the booth getting blunted
I'm sitting here countin' up stacks
(Countin' up racks)
How could you call that shit za and
You know that shit isn't no pack?
(That's mid) i made your shorty a hustler
I'm sittin' here blowing her back (Her back)
Racks, how you gon' say you get
Money? You know that ain't facts
(Know that ain't facts)
We in the booth getting blunted
I'm sitting here countin' up stacks (Facts)
How could you call that shit za and
You know that shit isn't no pack?
(That's mid) i made your shorty a hustler
I'm sittin' here blowing her back (Her back)