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2-17 on the track, man Lil Pump Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh After that she didn't know how to act, ooh Back then I used to be quarterback Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac Want me fo' sho, bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands I'm into trappin', I'm shippin' out hella packs Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh Bitch said the crash is the eighty, yeah I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh In the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeah And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr) All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah (Lil Boat) Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat) Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Young rich nigga need a dick rub Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front door Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin' fronto Used to post at the Citgo, uh Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh And it glow like a disco ball Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied Side bitch still got a iPhone 5 Main bitch still got a iPhone 7 Still caught a Uzi pistol or a MAC-11 Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh I'ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci To the seven, Goddamn, I'm a reverend Lil Boat, Lil Pump All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh