"Racks" lyrics

(D. Brooks Exclusive)

Only fuck with the real, cannot fuck with fugazi
I'm in here countin' money, I've been up goin' crazy
I represent my gang on the daily
Fuck all them haters, fuck 'em all who hate me
I'm straight out the trap, now I move 'round the map
Niggas know where I'm at, niggas know where I'm at
Keepin' it P, I'm all 'bout the racks
Keepin' it P, I'm all 'bout the racks

We leveled up, we all 'bout the stacks
We had to do it, there's no turning back
She love her a nigga that's talkin' the facts
We come out the mud, we come out the trap
Car all black, whip all black
Diamonds all black, pockets all fat
Livin' just like that, got it just like that
Project baby, niggas know where I'm at

Only fuck with the real, these niggas they fugazi
Lookin' like a nigga sold dope in the 80's
Church on the corner but the trap house saved me
Drums still spinnin' on the nigga tryna play me

Only fuck with the real, cannot fuck with fugazi
I'm in here countin' money, I've been up goin' crazy
I represent my gang on the daily
Fuck all them haters, fuck 'em all who hate me
I'm straight out the trap, now I move 'round the map
Niggas know where I'm at, niggas know where I'm at
Keepin' it P, I'm all 'bout the racks
Keepin' it P, I'm all 'bout the racks