Yung Rone - Racks

Stacking my doritos that’s nacho cheese
Deep end swimming in the sea
I’m still laying low come and find me
I’m in places that the blind see
They’ll remember me I’ll leave my legacy
I’ll be going hard until the death of me
I don’t see nobody catching me
I’m still calling shots like a referee
Racks
I need them racks
I get the money then go run it up at Saks
Nope
Not giving it back
Gone have to take it out my hands
If you do get hit with the mac
Get back
Strap got kickback
One in his back
I’m tucking him in
I told him goodnight
Bouta hit some more licks
I’m a thief in the night
Ease up at every light
Can’t get caught with the pipe
No stainless steel
I’m talking bout the one she getting tonight
They keep coming back cause I hit it right
Just make sure when you come here that pussy tight
We fuck at all hours still can’t stay the night
Break her back in then I said goodnight
Have you tapping don’t have no tracks in
Cause you know that hairs what i’m snatching
Racks
I got racks on me
I’m getting all this fucking money
All these niggas hating
Why they hating on me
All of this Love feel funny
No one in the world here for me
Don’t try to play me like a dummy
I’m only focused on the money
I can’t let nobody take it from me
Stacking my doritos that’s nacho cheese
Deep end swimming in the sea
I’m still laying low come and find me
I’m in places that the blind see
They’ll remember me I’ll leave my legacy
I’ll be going hard until the death of me
I don’t see nobody catching me
I’m still calling shots like a referee
Racks
I need them racks
I get the money then go run it up at saks
Nope
Not giving it back
Gone have to take it out my hands
If you do get hit with the mac
Get back
Strap got kickback
One in his back
I'm tucking him in
I told him goodnight
Bouta hit some more licks
I’m a thief in the night
Pack just touched down
A couple pounds
Hitting plays
Around the town
I use to sell out zips now I sell out the pound
When I ain’t have a whip I still got around
In Bama but I’m still the talk of my town
Choppa get to chopping now it’s man down
Cold blood he ain’t make a sound
I guess that makes me a sinner now

Written by:
Tyrone Nadir

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