Lil Gotit, Guap Tarantino, Yung Mal and Lil Quill - Racks

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Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that
I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin'
My life on edge they talkin' ra ra
Gon' get they lips gra ra
'Cause we gon' ball out
My shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off
It's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a

I got racks a whole lot, yah yah
I can never wife a thot, yah yah
I got a bad bitch, she suck me, no askin'
But I heard they actin
All these niggas stay cappin'
I'm fresh off a speed boat, got hunnids
I'm countin' them backends
I'm makin' her deep throat, your bitch
I break that back in
Used to ride 'round with the Tec, hmm
Now my neck cold told Lil Gotit we rich
We gettin' them hunchos

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that
I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin'
My life on edge they talkin' ra ra
Gon' get they lips gra ra
'Cause we gon' ball out
My shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off
It's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a

I got racks a whole lot
I'm so high, I feel like Amy Winehouse
That pussy deep, I had to climb out
You not FBG, lil baby, one fye
You get slimed out
We was so broke, mama seen all that paper
She had cried out shit don't make no sense
Houston raised a wise kid
I did what I did, now this money pilin'
She a fool with the head, 'cause knowledge
Name it, I can buy it
All these fuckin hunnids crazy what that do

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that
I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin'
My life on edge they talkin' ra ra
Gon' get they lips gra ra
'Cause we gon' ball out
My shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off
It's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a

Bitch I got racks, a whole lotta, hmm
Bands, look like I just hit the lotto
Big dog, stick out
Suck it, then she went for my partner
Jetlag, we in the first room
Pull out the chopper, go to your mama room
Never gon' let up, yep, it sunny
I took a lick up, racks in my jeans
Filled up sippin on Lean, hiccup
I'm with the gang, lift up
Spinnin round, lil' mama fucked my links up
I fuck her right in the Brinx truck
She hit up Slime, she gon' fuck

Ice rose red, can't fix it, no maintenance
I'm a wise kid, no time, my Rolex
And I'ma die by that
I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin'
My life on edge they talkin' ra ra
Gon' get they lips gra ra
'Cause we gon' ball out
My shooters don't ever call off
Baby girl, take them panties off
It's sexual time now
I got racks a whole lot, walkin' like a

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