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Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me
Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear
I know imma get it, got nothing to lose
Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes
Back up, get your fucking hands off me
Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah
I swear I can see em' watching every move
Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you

Racked up, racked up
Came in through the back door
Act up, act up
Throw the money on the floor
Run up the score, yeah you know that we winnin'
We levelin' up, yeah we touchin' the ceilin'
I been goin hard for a minute, and I ain't stoppin' till I get it
Yeah, yeah
I wore my shades to the party
All the girls singin' my songs like "la di da di"
Ain't tryna bother nobody
But your girl at my show, her hands all on my body
Got these chains on my neck, lookin' gaudy
Cold like Minnesota, thinkin' I'm Yahcty
Already poppin', I'm just getting started
On the come-up, Imma make it regardless
Okay, yeah, I'm here with the team but you knew that
Everybody starin' and they pullin' cameras out like "woah"
Step up in the spot and cause a scene, I ain't new to that
Everybody with me now
Jump, jump, jump, jump

Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me
Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear
I know Imma get it, got nothing to lose
Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes
Back up, get your fucking hands off me
Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah
I swear I can see em' watching every move
Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you

Summer '22 I'm glistenin'
Hop on the beat it get colder than Michigan
All of my homies say "there go the kid again"
All of my haters say "gotta be kiddin' me"
Nah we ain't in Gotham
I ain't a Joker
All of my flows sick, no corona
And all of my lines be hittin' like Bobby Wagner when he comin' off of the corner
I got 'em geekin', yeah I'm bout it
Get that tatted, on my body
One of the hardest up outta my city
I swear to God ain't nobody gonna top it
Don't want no problems, I want profit
But you try me, then we lockin'
I don't be talkin' I'm movin' like Wayne said
Y'all can find a G in the lasagna (shh)
I'll be here all summer long, I swear to God I mean that
Ain't tryna be cocky, I just think y'all shoulda seen that
Go ahead and get comfy, I think y'all might wanna lean back
I'm just gettin' started I ain't stoppin' till I, get

Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me (yeah I got em on me)
Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear (nah)
I know imma get it, got nothing to lose
Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes (yeah, woah)
Back up, get your fucking hands off me
Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah (hit the shades)
I swear I can see em' watching every move
Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you

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