Racks On*

Intro

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Twizzy, twizzy

(On God) Yeah

Chorus

I got the racks on racks on racks, countin' it up

Bitch, I'm too rich, I don't even give a fuck

Percocet, Perrier, pour it in my cup

She on her knees, that's a dub, that's a dub

Brand new Maybach, foreign, look at the guts

Bitches on my line, they all tryna get touched

I'm in the back with the bag, I don't do much

Yeah, I'm a rockstar, got my own touch

Verse 1 - Yeat

Call me the goat, I'm the one that they praise

Rockin' the stones on my neck, aquafina drippin' on the waves

Cartier frames on my face, I see the hate through the tint

Copy my swag, that's a debt, they wanna be me in a pinch

Flyin' out to Calabasas, pull up on the mansion

Bust down Rollie, plain jane, ice all in my stance

Got the stick in the coupe, baby, you know I move smooth

Snort the line, pop the pill, I'm in a different mood (Yeah)

Birkin bags for my slime, they know the code

Buyin' up the block, leave it vacant, that's a load

Hopped out the jet, my pockets heavy like the moon

Talkin' broke, don't talk to me, bitch, I'm on a different zoom

Yeah, I'm on a different planet, call it Mars, I'm too high

Drank in my liver, perc in my pocket, I might f—n' fly

Wockhardt in the Styrofoam, sippin' like it's water

Racks keep on stackin', I'm the king, I'm the author

Bridge

Tonka, tonka, tonka, yeah

Money, money, money, yeah

We don't do no trade-offs, no

We just multiply it,

go

Verse 2

Got the VV's in my chain, they ain't never gon' fade

I been killin' this game since the two-zero-one-eight

New Prada on my feet, I ain't talkin' 'bout the steppin'

Fifty on my wrist, that's a piece of heaven

In Miami with the models, I'm touchin' on bodies

Got the sprinkles and the cream, yeah, I'm movin' sloppy

Bankroll bigger than the planet, I'm the anomaly

They can't stand the sight, I'm the trophy, they applaud me

Yeah, I got the brand new McLaren, orange like the drank

Sippin' dream, pop a bean, I'm in another rank

Talkin' like you got it, but I know you really ain't

I'm the reason that your favorite rappers really faint

Hermes on my waist, gotta keep the tool tucked

Rich twizzy, dope dealer mix, ain't no luck

This is Twizzy tale, I'm too blessed up

Eatin' off the counter, stackin' that, no stress up

Chorus

I got the racks on racks on racks, countin' it up

Bitch, I'm too rich, I don't even give a fuck

Percocet, Perrier, pour it in my cup

She on her knees, that's a dub, that's a dub

Brand new Maybach, foreign, look at the guts

Bitches on my line, they all tryna get touched

I'm in the back with the bag, I don't do much

Yeah, I'm a rockstar, got my own touch