"Racks Up" lyrics

Ha, gang, yeah
Cito made this beat bitch
Ay, yeah, yeah, Cito

I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to fuck up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
Pussy boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
Pussy boy he mad, huh

Ooo, damn, too much drink don't slip
Jump in the pussy then I go and take a piss
It's a newborn baby always new on the shit
See him looking stupid, he looking like a bitch
I got a new check, and I spent it on a whip
When I'm walking out the crib, got a choppa on my hip
If a pussy talks shit, I'm a blow him in his lip

Fucking on your shawty, yeah I hit it, Tyrone Long dick style
Mama hear this song, she be looking like "No this not my child"
Bitch I'm on codeine, and I'm slumped just like I'm Pacquiao
Someone tell these hoes, put these titties out, mardi growl

I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to fuck up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
Pussy boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
Pussy boy he mad, huh

Said I walked in this bitch like I'm Osama Bin Laden
I got my Gucci turban on me as-salamu alaykum
Pull up, blacked out the doors, [?]
Uh, blow like a [?], diamonds often Atlantic
I just got topped off, from down south, big dick in her jaws
And I make ten bands on merch, I'm finna go ship em off
I'm not gonna text that bitch back, I'm not returning no calls
It's Xen and Lil Suigen, choppas shot like [?] smoothie

I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to fuck up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
Pussy boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
Pussy boy he mad, huh