Lyrics:
Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain
Bought a ticket on a late night train
Took a taxi through the pourin' rain
I'm comin' home to you
Flew
Ronny J on the beat, bitch
Yeah, ew
Ew, racked up nigga
Ew, racked up shawty
Yeah
I stay banded up, I stay banded up
I stay banded up, I stay
(racked out)
I'm still pullin' my map up (map up)
Baby girl, where you at though?
I keep blowin' her back out (back out), yeah
We don't need niggas
constantly
(Cash, racks)
Man I ain't been to sleep in a week (Uh, uh)
Last year I was broke as a bum and shit
(Last year)
But now I racked up, on fleek (Racks)
I Wanna Go & Get Bentley’s
I Wanna Go & Get Fendi
I Wanna Go & Get Racked Up
I Want My Safe To Be Backed Up
I Wanna Count It & Stack It
When I’m
a gansta' movie
Strapped up wit' a gang a toolies
Racked up wit' a gang a jewelry
My life been a gangsta' movie
(Fúmale, préndale)
(Fúmale, préndale)
thought by now he'd be racked up
Racked up racked up
LouisV and greener pastures,
Doesn't even really matter
Cause its hard to get enough
She tries he tries
a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by
bitch, it's on the floor
I'm killin' shit, yeah, pull the cord (bitch), yeah, gon' and pull the cord
They like, "Boy, you racked up" (racked up), but I
Packed my suitcase, I racked my brain,
I bought a ticket on the late night train.
Took a taxi through the pourin' rain,
I'm comin' home to you.
Flew
for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked
The dumbest shit to do is comparin' us to them
Like I don't know a team could match up (at all)
Rafael Nadal, bitch, I'm racked up (bitch, I'm racked up)
days
This lady of the flowers
and her hypnotic gaze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
confused and racked with self-doubt
she stole the keys
lackin' focus, they might crack it open
Racked up, money on your head, fuck nigga
I come alive
Come back from the dead, fuck nigga
You scared, fuck
off like peace
Catch me kickin it with thieves they racked it cuz they had to eat
I don't want bitches I want weed, don't need yu just need some sleep
I
Demons in the building
Lights blew out in the party
Bitches buying shots
We sending shots thru his Bacardi
Big bands
Racked up
Feeling like yo
Back up!
Bitch I need my space don't fuckin make me act up !
Hunnid queens, in my pocket, bitch I'm racked up!
All dis weed, in my rocket bitch I'm
Fuck it lets take 12 on a chase put a fuck boy in his place
Tire dragging skrrrr leave a trace racked up I know I could beat a case
Gas punching I
Roll another blunt
Lets talk (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna talk (Yeah)
Yeah talk (Uh huh)
Ian even give no fuck (No fuck)
Racked up (Racked up)
My racks up (My
the past
They wonder why his pants hanging off his ass cause its hard to keep em up when he holding all that cash
Racked up racked out in his bag, lotta
a hand
All my girls racked up, racked up
All yo bitches aint got that much
And I pray to God that you make amends
King James version, not a Lakers fan
I
the living dead, but there is no escape
Grave
My body racked with fear and pain
From the
Paralyzing dread driving me insane
Grave Please just let me wake
Let
good, my money long
Got booked, back out
Racked up, racked out
When I was young, I took the trap route
Turned my mom's crib into the trap house (I'm
to revive me I'm bullet proof
Fuck hesitation I do
It blatantly
Without looking back
With my sack on my back
With the money it's racked
And I'm literally
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