Titre : Racks (Ft. Guap Tarantino, Lil Quill & Yung Mal)
[Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance I´ve got the watch, kid No time, my Rolex And Imma die by that
Go till I get respect Two hundred racks Ballen, my life full of racks
[Guap Tarantino] They talkin shit, they get they lip split Cause we goin buy that, my shooters never call off Baby girl, take them panties off, she say she goin tie the not I got racks by four, walkin like a pay lot I got racks in the whole lane, I can never wife a thot I got bad bitches, she suck me, no ass play But I heard they actin, a young nigga stay cappin I´m fresh off a spead boat, hundreds, I´m countin them back then I´m makin her deap throat, bitch, I break that back in
Used to ride round with that tech, now my neck cold Told young Gunna we rich, we link with Huncho
[Lil Gottit] Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance I´ve got the watch, kid No time, my Rolex And Imma die by that Go till I get respect Two hundred racks Ballen, my life full of racks
[Lil Quill] I´m so high, I feel like Amy Winehouse Pussy so deep, I had to climb out You not FBG, baby You get Slimed out
We spent so much paper, she cryed out Shit don´t make no sense, used the racks more than cents I did what I did, now this money pilin She a fool with the head, cause I got milage I admit I can buy it, all these fuckin hundreds
[Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance I´ve got the watch, kid No time, my Rolex And Imma die by that Go till I get respect Two hundred racks Ballen, my life full of racks
[Young Mal] Racks, a whole lotta
Bands, like I won the lotto Big dog, stick out Suck it, then she went for my partner Jetlag, we in the first room Pull out the chopper, go to your mama room Never goin let up, yep, it sunny I took a lick up, racks in my jeans, filled up Sippin on Lean, hickup I´m with the gang, lift up Spinnin round, lil mama fucked my links up I fuck her right in the Brinx truck She hit up Slime, she goin fuck
[Lil Gotit] Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance I´ve got the watch, kid No time, my Rolex And Imma die by that
Go till I get respect Two hundred racks Ballen, my life full of racks