Racks on Racks

Name: Racks on Racks
Duration: 195 s
Casey_Von
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Prompt / Lyrics
I get racks on racks 
I get plaques on plaques
they talk shit
they mad 
I don’t care they cap

I’m back I’m back

I got way too many watches
That’s how I know it’s my time

I gotta whole lotta money
That’s how I got all these dimes

I feel like I’m Kendrick Lamar
Bitch, don’t kill my vibe

I feel like thug 
YSL 
I be chillin with my slimes

They talkin shit
They high as hell
So I don’t pay em no mind

I’m 26 
I’m feeling great 
Feeling way better than fine

They say I needa drop a mixtape 
I just tell em give me time

But I don’t really want that clout 
I don’t really want that stress 
I wanna chill with my girl
I don’t really want that mess

But I still pay my dues
Yeah
Gotta do it for the checks


I ain’t ever gonna cheat 
Yeah
I just follow all the steps

I took the game and the run the shit
These other rappers outta breath

I hit the gym 
I gotta flex 

Layin in bed
I got a text 
Came from my EX

She like wassup
How you been doin?
How you been livin?
Wanna meet up?

I just like ya 
Trust me I’m good 

I got a girl 
And she fine 
She doing everything you wish that you could
She do all the shit that you should 
Have 
She got good brain and a fat ass

I blew my money on you every day

But nowadays I gotta big bag

Run it up 
Run it up
Run it up 
Ruin it ip
Run it up 
Homie that’s all I know


The choppa be blastin I’m 
Dropping em low

I’m in a whole nother zone
I’m feeling good in my Gucci cologne

Homie I’m talkin Versace 
They wanna copy
Came for the broccoli 
Now these bitches wanna bone

I gotta go
Bitch I’m a Goat
Bitch I’m rilla 
Feel like I’m  Glo

I’m on a mission to get it
I’m close

I feel like kanobi 
I’m bringing them hope

You wanna try me 
 Nah homie don’t do that 
I think that you’re better getting a rope

Damn


I get racks on racks 
I get plaques on plaques
they talk shit
they mad 
I don’t care they cap

I’m back I’m back

I spin for the dough like papa John’s 
I pull up 
I’m taking your bitch and she gone 
she like how I’m dressin
I keep on  flexin
rockin Gucci with that  Saint Laurent 
I told you already I’m ready to rock 
if you play with my shooters
You probably get shot
I give it all that I got 

I am not you 
You are  not me homie stop

You sat on your ass
Fucking lazy ass hell
But me I get to the guap 

I gotta couple of problems 
I know 
Atleast I ain’t fakin to put on a show
I gotta do this for all of my bros

I gotta do this shit all for my fam 

I’m thanking God every day I’m alive 

Thinking back then 
To the day 
When I fucked up and made a mistake 
Homie I could’ve died

Playing with guns and bitches 
I learned my lesson quickly

You really dont know bout the trenches 
This is the life I have lived In

I made it out of some fucked up positions

I did that shit cause I handle my business 

I’m running the game and I’m making em witness

I’m sitting back and I’m making my hit list 

I’m fucking your bitch for the cardio
Then I go hit up for the gym for the liftin 

Bitch ima run this shit endless