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ayeechatt

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Lyrics

Intro

Glo

Ayy

Big Glo

Sosa

On the gang

Man what

Drop

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

Verse 1

Thirty on my hip

I let it rip

Flipped

Hundred dollar steak

I don't need a plate

Fake

They hate the way I live

They hate the things I give

Look at his face

Out of place

Disgrace

Dirty money in the couch

He a mouse

I'm the king of the house

Got the property

No monopoly

Honestly

That boy a whole joke

He always stay broke

Lame

I don't even know his name

He just wants the fame

Chorus

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

I got racks on racks

Racks on racks

I don't fuck with you

I don't fuck with you

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

Drop

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

Verse 2

Saw him at the store

Acting like a bore

Poor

He tried to claim the set

Bet

Now he soaking wet

Vv's on my neck

Checking every check

Wreck

I see him on the block

Looking at the clock

Stop

Talk is cheap

Promises you keep

Deep

Six feet under ground

Don't make a sound

I'm the one they found

Winning every round

Found a way

To get paid

Today

Chorus

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

I got racks on racks

Racks on racks

I don't fuck with you

I don't fuck with you

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

Bridge

Pull up in the truck

I don't give a fuck

He ran out of luck

He ran out of luck

Stuck

Yeah he stuck

He just a duck

Chorus

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

I got racks on racks

Racks on racks

I don't fuck with you

I don't fuck with you

Racks on racks

Racks on racks

Outro

Sosa baby

You know how we rocking

Glory Boyz

Yeah

Racks on racks

Bang bang

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