Racks on Me

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Roqit

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(Hold on)
Racks in my way, racks in my safe
Can't roll a back wood I’m only smoking a J
Not even first song for I made my first K
Cold like Frozone got on ice skates
Racks out the safe first class to Kuwait
Joining the gang gotta pull your own weight
Private jet a cover-up for how moving the crates
No dirt on me you can’t make up a case
Too much water, I flooded the gate
Crystals on the bezel I could tell your fate
Say you dripping is up for debate
Must be Tom Brady the way your ice look deflated (Yeah)
Racks in my way
Racks in my, racks in my, racks in my way (Hold on)
Racks in my way
Racks in my, racks in my, racks in my safe (Hold on)
Own the city yeah this my town
My dogs thoroughbred but straight from the pound
Iron stay barking but they don’t make a sound
Watch your step all these racks on the ground
I stand tall lil boy you a midget
Think it’s 'bout time you and the chopper get acquitted
Chops aim to kill you know they ain’t missin'
Shooters ready to go ain’t worried 'bout a sentence
Carbon four-five the stock got fitted
Said we got a future but last name ain’t Hendrix
Talkin 'bout you ugly, bitch you fishin'
Gas with the Bans got X-ray vision
Boy you crumbs got picked by the pigeons
I’m not God but I’ll send you to mission
Plan out the hit so it all got precision
(Bring the bass back you know I’m not finished)
Say you got game but playin' no minutes
Project houses you a permanent tenant
Rolls Royce Phantom got me on the ceiling
Banana loaded up you better start peeling
Y’all all cap so the truth ain’t spilling
Drop top the hearse I done too much killin'
Beat taste hard so you know I had to spit it
Pause that shit you know I’m not with it
Take off the hat, boy just admit it
Helping y’all out, I get paid by commission
Plays like Rondo all the rock I’m dishin'
With one wire I could pay your tuition
Racing for pinks I gotta keep winning
Told y’all my plan do it make me a villain
Heavy artillery like I work at the Kremlin
Everybody eating call me Lenin
No wet sign so I only get the slips
Pretty get a hundred in tip (Hold on)
Nine-millimeter how the shirt got rip
Acting up but only took a sip (Yeah)
Glock on my hip
Talk out his lip
FN make him do a flip (Hold on)
Check on my style
Burn quarter mile
Hide it under the tile (Feds)
Shorty done took all my meds
Now she wanna play Simon says (Yeah)
She can picture so she want creds
Grab on my head like Pez (Damn)
I asked her to bring a friend
She said, then bring me a gram (Not a whole ounce?)
Never get stuck like I’m Pam
Rap don’t work and I’m back to the scam
First on the left that’s the new Beamer
Twenty-four karat ring on each finger
Clean out the house had to call Stanley steamer
Jumped out the Porsche now I need a new femur
Racks on me I stopped looking leaner
She don’t like it dark said she need some creamer
Dapper no effort boy tell me who cleaner
Freezer to the heater that boy caught a fever (Hold on)
Racks in my way, racks in my safe
Can't roll a back wood I’m only smoking a J
Not even first song for I made my first K
Cold like Frozone got on ice skates
Racks out the safe first class to Kuwait
Joining the gang gotta pull your own weight
Private jet a cover-up for how moving the crates
No dirt on me you can’t make up a case
Too much water, I flooded the gate
Crystals on the bezel I could tell your fate
Say you dripping is up for debate
Must be Tom Brady the way your ice look deflated (Yeah)
Racks in my way
Racks in my, racks in my, racks in my way (Hold on)
Racks in my way
Racks in my, racks in my, racks in my safe (Hold on)
I sent my shit across the world (That's a jet)
Import-export ship across the coral (That's gone)
Drip all my clothes designs printed floral
I make magic with a single mic twirl (Kadabra)
I got a ring on my toe (Hay)
Paid it all off no debts without a show (Uh-huh)
All cake I’m stacking this dough (Yeah)
I thank god every day, blessed with this flow (Amen)
So I do it all but sell my soul
I'm riding these highs ain't never no lows
Left wrist spray like a hose (It do)
You know it's covered in gold (It's drowning)
Let’s take a picture I’ll pose (Hay)
Do it all just to show off my clothes (Hold on)
Snatch your chain if it look too shiny
Just on me now I think that hoe mining
Gun spark like lightning
Saw me scram you must need some Visine
You talk again leave your body taped crime-scene
Start counting your days time to start tithing
Savage but got no knife
Y’all just pest just like flies
All my money same color as the sky
Hop in the coupe and let’s ride
No ugly bitches, mines all fine
I got crack like the nineties
Wanna test your luck boy come find me
I’m 'bout that action got the button say try me
Can’t no bitch hold me down she say I’m too grimy
Think you got me cornered my shooters come too timely
Um, woah
I’m in my bag like lightning
I keep on fighting these bitches won’t tie me (Uh)
Racks on me (Shit)
Everybody be like me (What?)
Clean to a T (Cotton)
I spent a grip on my feet (Bought 'em)
Band broke the stack (It snapped)
Clamp hands on the rack (That's grip)
My pockets full (Bloated)
Ain’t never had no lack (No sir)
FN, Carbon, and MAC
Posted up, I ain’t never need no tack (Yeah)
Pause chase sack
Bitch that’s why I hopped on the track (Hold on)
It's Young Roqit (Huh)
Keep them racks in my safe (Yeah)
'Cause they always stay in my way (Huh)
Can't even close that case (Huh)
Yeah, I do this on a light day
It's Young Roqit

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