[Intro]
Yeah
Whole block know what it is
[ad-libs: huh, yeah, skrrt]
Big racks
Big racks
[Verse 1]
Walk in, two bad ones
Both of ’em tatted and toxic
Big racks sittin’ on the dash
Seatbelt cuttin’ through the profit
Ranch bottles in the cupholder
Drip white on designer
Shorty pour it on her chest
Say she like her sauce finer
Drive-through, window full of smoke
She laughing, lickin’ off her fingers
I’m counting bands with my left hand
Let that ranch on her lips just linger
Hood rich, hood gourmet
We don’t read no labels
If it hit right on the tongue
We put that on the table
[Chorus]
Big racks, big racks, big racks (yeah)
Ranch bottles rolling in the back (in the back)
Shorty in my lap with the strap (with the strap)
Bounce once, make the whole whip clap
Big racks, big racks, big racks (what)
All this sauce, whole crew stay fat
On the block, we just stack and splash
Big racks, big racks, big racks
[Verse 2]
Plastic crackle when it twist off
She twist up while I twist plots
One squeeze on her collarbone
One squeeze on these ziplocks
She thick like the bills in the safe
She playful, I’m ice-cold, straight face
She say “dress me how you like”
I paint lines like a white bass
Kitchen counter like a crime scene
Flour, powder, crumbs on chrome
They knock, we move, then chill
Ranch halos on styrofoam
She ride low with the seat back
Feet up by the air vent
Every bump in the road go crazy
Both of us losing our breath
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Drive slow through the hood at night
Bottle in the door, no light
She laugh, lean in, one bite
Sauce on her chin, that sight
[beat drops, whispered] don’t wipe
[Chorus]