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Lyrics
[Intro]
Whole lotta racks on racks (racks)
Whole lotta smoke in the back (back)
Whole lotta foes on my track (skrrt)
Still count pros, that’s facts
[Verse 1]
Pull up, doors lift, wide body flex
Two girls laughing, both send texts
Blue and red flash in the rear view glass
Hit one turn, then I mash that gas (gone)
Ash on my jeans, lil stain on the seats
Ice so loud, make the whole block freeze
Phone blowin’ up, got plays all week
Pray mama never see the things I seen
[Chorus]
Racks on racks, I can’t fold it (nah)
Bad lil ting, wanna hold it (yeah)
Smoke in the ride, can’t control it
If it ain’t cash in the bag, I don’t want it
Racks on racks, we overloaded
Whole team up, yeah, we wrote it
Prayed for the life, now I own it
Racks on racks, I can’t fold it
[Verse 2]
Chain too bright, gotta tuck that once
Parked outside, they might rush that front
Cop car creep, see the tint too dark
Hand on the wheel, other hand on heart
Big bills spread on the countertop
Whole crew eat when the package drop
Lil homie dance with the Rollie out
She don’t like me, just the lifestyle clout
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
I been runnin’ from the past in designer shoes
[ad-libs: "run, run"]
Every little win got a price, I choose
Fast life feel like a high-speed cruise
One wrong move, everything I lose
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
Duration1:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, High-energy trap club banger, dark glossy synths and booming low-end. Verses ride a skittering hi-hat groove with tight ad-libs; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals, sub drops, and bright bell leads. Short bridge strips to bass and claps before the final hook goes maximal. Male vocals, aggressive but playful delivery., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
X22UZE
X22UZEModelAria v5
Prompt
drugs, lambos, cops, money, weed, dimonds, pretty girls, rap, trap, hip hop
