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🌙 **Intro — Melodic Artist (Tecca energy — high pitch, melodic bounce, ad-libs)
(yeah… yeah… ooh)
Ayy, Sterling Racks a Lot, that boy don’t stop
He got numbers on numbers that stack nonstop
Shawty hit my line like “come to the spot”
But I’m chasin’ these blues — that’s all I got
(yeah… yeah…)
New drip, new check, new flex, no stress
Whole city whisper like “he up next”
Pressure on the air till the block get vexed
He ain’t gotta swear — he put that on Texas
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🔥 **Verse 1 — Melodic Artist (TRUE Tecca pattern — sliding vowel delivery, quick pockets)
Sterling Racks a Lot with the big bag, big talk
Shorty wanna vibe ‘cause he drip like drip drop
Never chase a soul — he let the money pitch talk
Everything he touch go up like lift-off
Sterling got racks, that’s facts, no bluff
Every level up, he ain’t need no luck
She like “where you at?” — he like “busy runnin’ up”
He ain’t text back ‘cause the profit blew up
Yeah, yeah —
Sterling with the motion code
Sterling got a bankroll load
Sterling on the rise, tenfold
Turn a cold winter night into pure gold
Bring that hook, yeah— run it back bold…
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💥 **Hook — MSD-Style Artist (Bando flow — gritty, echo, aggressive truth)
Sterling Racks a Lot (ayy)
Everybody freeze when he hit that spot (yuh)
Silent on the move but the pressure talk
Hyena in the shadows with a bite that shock
Sterling Racks a Lot (uh huh)
Money stand tall like a mountaintop
Ops get brave ‘til the scene get popped
If he move on business — and I put this on Texas — they drop
Sterling Racks a Lot
Say it in the dark — whole block unlock
Say it in the light — whole street just stop
He ain’t gotta brag ‘cause the racks do a lot
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🧨 **Verse 2 — Rapid Fire Artist (DaBaby energy — tight pockets, punchy, charismatic flex)
Uh — Sterling Racks a Lot don’t talk too crazy
He just walk in the room — atmosphere go hazy
Pockets too full, move slow like it’s lazy
Ops talk loud but the aim game shaky
Got a bag in the left, got a plan in the right
If it ain’t about money, he ain’t showin’ up tonight
He don’t text no threats, he just send that sight
He don’t do back-and-forth — he just do green light
Sterling run plays like a coach in the cut
Ain’t no cap in his step, ain’t no lies in his strut
He don’t care ‘bout fame, he don’t care ‘bout fuss
Real big pressure — that’s all, no bluff
Double up racks like jumpin’ rope
Move too clean, can’t catch no smoke
Say his name once — your whole heart choke
Say it twice — whole block go broke
Sterling Racks a Lot, boy too hot
Whole vibe switch when he hit that spot
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🌪️ **Verse 3 — MSD-Style Artist (deep rasp, emotional pain-tone, real street reflection)
Sterling Racks a Lot seen pain turn cold
Seen nights turn long, seen young turn old
World tried breakin’ him — steel that mold
Turned every scar into racks he hold
Never been wolf, never been hound
Hyena in the cut, move low to the ground
Silent in the dark but his truth stay loud
Name make noise like a panicked crowd
OooOOoooooo
SoviSilentHyena
