Lyrics: Lil Slump/colton boaz/Hailey Halvard
Music: Lil Slump
Yeah, racks on racks…
Bitch bend over, clap that ass…
Money flyin', shots still blast…
Walk in the club, fifty deep with the crew,
Pockets fat, bands blue, what the **** you gon’ do?
Hoes on the pole, tryna dance for a king,
But I’m watchin' for a snake, let my trigger finger sing.
Shots in the air, bottles break on the floor
**** peace in the city, I was made for war
Hundred grand in the bag, stash bricks in the trunk
Run your mouth wrong, leave your body in the junk
Throwin’ racks, racks, racks in the sky
Hoes bend low, make the whole club cry
Throwin’ racks, racks, racks in the night
**** a opp bitch, then I’m gone on sight
Gold teeth flash, chain heavy on my chest,
Got a Glock in the booth, never settle for less.
Dirty money turn clean when I flip that pack,
But the blood stay red when I spray that MAC.
Ho on my lap, she don’t love, just lust
Try to rob me? Bitch, you dyin’ for dust
Fast cars, fast life, push weight, push pain
I ain’t playin’ no games, put respect on my name
Throwin’ racks, racks, racks in the sky
Hoes bend low, make the whole club cry
Throwin’ racks, racks, racks in the night
**** a opp bitch, then I’m gone on sight
Pop that pussy, pop them bottles
Hoes chase money, hoes chase models
But I chase death when the beef ignite
Mask on, gun drawn, end your life
Throwin’ racks, racks, racks till it’s gone,
Club turn wild when they play this song.
Hoes in the back and the cash on the floor,
But the streets still callin', I’ma answer for sure.