Wit Da Racks (feat. 21 Savage, Travis Scott & Yak Gotti)

作词 : Jeffery Williams

作曲 : Jeffery Williams

[Intro]

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back

Ah, ah, might hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it)

Yeah, floatin' 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy)

You stashin' my chain, I bet you I give that shit back (Ha, grrah)

Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo)

I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks)

I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that

Nigga rich as ****, I don't know where he was at (Woah)

Ran the dawgs to train, and I didn't have a track (Woah, hey, hey)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

I say what I mean and I don't take it back

With the waterfall on my wrist and my neck

I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp of distress

I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death

Sincе November, I've been buyin' thе stuff, I don't do no rent

And I've been keepin' it tough

She got four feelings, that's the coupe and the truck

Shorty trippin', I ain't do nothin' to her

All I did was turn up more women

She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (Yeah)

Every album, got no skippin' (Ha)

Shorty bad, ain't have no chicken (Why?)

Suburban, her toe pretty (Ayy)

You a nerd, I poke the city (Yeah)

Ain't no way, and I told 'em to hit it (Skrrt)

You get lost, hope you know the city

Bet I get caught in the wrong trenches (Haha)

What's on your wrist, million?

Last week, it might be a zillion (Woo)

Kanye let me borrow a billion

Mediterranean, buy a village (Woo)

I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (Woo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back

Ah, ah, might hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it)

Yeah, floatin' 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy)

You stashin' my chain, I bet you I give that shit back (Ha, grrah)

Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo)

I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks)

I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that

Nigga rich as ****, I don't know where he was at (Woah)

Ran the dawgs to train, and I didn't have a track (Woah, hey, hey)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

I took her shoppin' at Soho (21)

I leased a nigga, this your ho' (21)

Snatchin' my chain is a no-no (21)

Get your ass shot from the logo (21)

I put an opp in a chokehold (Pussy)

They snitchin' and broke, po-po (Pussy)

Give me a quickie, she go-go (Pussy)

'Cause I'm in a rush, JoJo (On God)

Okay, buy a coin, buy another one (Yeah)

Way too many, get my brother one (Yeah)

Send the blicks, we huddlin' (Yeah)

When it's smoke, they stutterin' (Yeah)

Switch on the Glock, strike a pose

I'm a cameraman, it's shutterin' (21)

Nosy niggas, we button 'em (21)

Bend it over, let me see somethin'

Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin'

I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet somethin'

I don't play about my hard drive, get your ass whooped if you leak somethin'

Niggas always tryna sneak somethin' (21, 21, 21)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

Went to [?] Ave, had the scoop with the [?]

I know mama [?], livin' rich, he the [?]

You know dally door, from the block, they the best

I got two twins in the back of the truck

They ass fat, like fifteens, in the back of the truck

I took two two's, put it right in the cuff

Got the other twelve, 'cause we don't **** with— (Woo)

Spot jumpin', now you know that it's his (Let's go)

Soft skin, like it's out a bikini

Took a froze, right out a martini

One balloon and I'm havin' a feelin'

To the roof, where we don't have a ceilin'

What the ****, tell me, what does that mean? (Yeah)

That mean I'm geeked (Oh)

Rollin', I can't feel my hands and my feet (Oh)

Got some picture in the trillion, in the zillion (Yeah)

We might need quantum physics to count the risks, with the [?]

You told me I'm back to business

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back (Slatt, woo)

Ah, ah, might hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it)

Yeah, floatin' 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy)

You stashin' my chain, I bet you I give that shit back (Ha, grrah)

Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo)

I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks)

I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that

Nigga rich as ****, I don't know where he was at (Woah)

Ran the dawgs to train, and I didn't have a track (Woah, hey, hey)

[Verse 4: Yak Gotti]

I've been that way since a lil' nigga, don't like it, then deal with it

Huh, [?], I chill with you, it's YG and Spider, your favorite idol

Your favorite rifal (Slatt), maniac madness, back with the madness

Might beat on your chest, lil' nigga, relax

Tell the [?], get right, don't it

Yeah, what's happenin'?

Maniac, yeah

OG