You
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I got my racks up, I got my racks up
I got my racks up, I got my racks up
I don't wanna fuck with you
You a little petty boy
How many streets for real
I'm a real heavy boy
You gettin' that slow money
From pocket full of money
Eatin' so long, I'm still spendin'
Old money, got my racks up
Got my stacks up
Wanna play ball with big trees
And raise your tax up
You hustle wrong
What type of shit you on it
If I ain't breakin' bread, would choose a reason
I ain't with who you are
You hustle bad cash
Spinnin' ruffle bags
Top money so big
I gots to carry duffel bags
I'm in the hood and I'm postin'
Why that bag is leavin'
I come from nothin' homie
But now your man is beatin'
2x phone, neck check
55 the necklace
200 on the bag
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
Look man, the reason why I called you up here man
You know what I'm sayin'? I gotta get some more girls
This DJ, I got a new one
One last week was garbage
I just changed his name to DJ One Creek
You understand? Man it's been a whole lotta
fishy junk goin' around
Which brings me to him
What was this cat up in here throwin' money
around like he got all six numbers to the mega million
Oh that's big tree
You got his racks up
Man big tree man
Man you talk like you the crime
You got his racks up
Yeah, well let's find out where you got the racks from
We got his racks up
Boy doin' his thang
You do good in football man
You make a hell of a jockstrap
Big tree
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
My racks up
You got me takin' luxury trips
I bad them old schools
And I turn them into custom whips
I rat rims when I swerve
Rock furs, got my money up
And move my family to the suburbs
I make the rules now
What Gucci shoes now
I got enough money to send
my daughter to private school
Now I don't have to play the game no more
Miles don't have to complain no more
I take care of my family
Nobody has to be ashamed no more
Break bread with them big guys
Pull up in them sick racks
Look back and spit up in the club
Small weights in them thick bags
I'm on a level that I know I shouldn't brag about
But if I want it nigga
You're watchin' cash it all
My racks on the deck
Checked fifty bar of necklaces
Two hundred on the deck
I got ass up on this checklist
My racks up
My racks up
My racks up
My racks up
When you show up this hood
I'm gonna need that good
You a fuckwin' nigga like me
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
I got my racks up
Sup
Sup
Sup
You
