"Old Racks" lyrics
Rimzee & Millyz Lyrics
Seven nights in England, living like a kingpin
Dope dealer resume, should put my shit on LinkedIn
Rimzee know we linked in, yeah, we patterned for real
Spent three thousand on this pack and I'm cracking the seal
Now I can't sleep without the Xans, barely nap on the pill
Died so young and he was broke, they never added a will
All he knew was get a ratchet and drill till he lost half of his grill
I stressed my mom out, I was sixteen, she found a blower
Now the trunk by the motor book with no disclosure
Forty with no holster, I'm a blue strip folder
Pound spender up in Selfridges, wocky in my beverages
Bring the cash in the Goyard, that's fifty in dubs
I'm tryna get this bitch India Love into the tub
I knew they never fucked with us, for real, that been what it was
But every time my shit drop, I just triple my buzz
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
I was jugging in the Clio, I was trapping out a Citroen
Dope all in the fender, sliding dirty with the members
Strip's getting peppered, I was out there with the kwengers
Same ones I thought was silent went to court and pointed fingers
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
Catch me in different rides, never catch me switching sides
Dead broke, the trap made me feel alive
They're staring at the foreign, I signed more niggas than Colin
Had to wait my turn, six years we ate porridge
We made machines burst, teamwork makes the dream work
Never had a bally, I use a T-shirt
They know my regime, fed car stopped me when I fired the machine
Ain't no questioning my loyalty
I sold a load of white in the coldest nights
Six figures on the chain, this ain't moissanite
They're staring at a baller but they didn't trust me with a quarter
House on my neck but I started on the corner
We had to swerve bailiffs, I'm from Clapton where they don't make it
Now the Rollie got gold faces
Steak and asparagus, killed the Louis store, call the ambulance
But I'm still ratchet or fabulous
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
I was jugging in the Clio, I was trapping out a Citroen
Dope all in the fender, sliding dirty with the members
Strip's getting peppered, I was out there with the kwengers
Same ones I thought was silent went to court and pointed fingers
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
Dope dealer resume, should put my shit on LinkedIn
Rimzee know we linked in, yeah, we patterned for real
Spent three thousand on this pack and I'm cracking the seal
Now I can't sleep without the Xans, barely nap on the pill
Died so young and he was broke, they never added a will
All he knew was get a ratchet and drill till he lost half of his grill
I stressed my mom out, I was sixteen, she found a blower
Now the trunk by the motor book with no disclosure
Forty with no holster, I'm a blue strip folder
Pound spender up in Selfridges, wocky in my beverages
Bring the cash in the Goyard, that's fifty in dubs
I'm tryna get this bitch India Love into the tub
I knew they never fucked with us, for real, that been what it was
But every time my shit drop, I just triple my buzz
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
I was jugging in the Clio, I was trapping out a Citroen
Dope all in the fender, sliding dirty with the members
Strip's getting peppered, I was out there with the kwengers
Same ones I thought was silent went to court and pointed fingers
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
Catch me in different rides, never catch me switching sides
Dead broke, the trap made me feel alive
They're staring at the foreign, I signed more niggas than Colin
Had to wait my turn, six years we ate porridge
We made machines burst, teamwork makes the dream work
Never had a bally, I use a T-shirt
They know my regime, fed car stopped me when I fired the machine
Ain't no questioning my loyalty
I sold a load of white in the coldest nights
Six figures on the chain, this ain't moissanite
They're staring at a baller but they didn't trust me with a quarter
House on my neck but I started on the corner
We had to swerve bailiffs, I'm from Clapton where they don't make it
Now the Rollie got gold faces
Steak and asparagus, killed the Louis store, call the ambulance
But I'm still ratchet or fabulous
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
I was jugging in the Clio, I was trapping out a Citroen
Dope all in the fender, sliding dirty with the members
Strip's getting peppered, I was out there with the kwengers
Same ones I thought was silent went to court and pointed fingers
Seven figure splurger, I'm a blue strip spender
Old racks in the safe, I got dirty in the blender
