Racks (2018) lyrics

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Play with them racks (Slatt, hold up, yeah)
Play with them racks (Play with the cash)
Play with them racks (Cash)
I put them racks on your ass (I put them racks on your ass)
I put them racks on your ass (Racks on your head)
I put them racks on your ass (Hold up, slatt, hold up)
Uh (b*tch)
I put them racks on your ass
I put them racks on your ass (What?)
I put them racks on the bags
I put them racks on my b*tch
I put them racks on my kicks
Can't f*ck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag)
I'ma put some more on that b*tch (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Fifty-round drum gon' burst
Double Cs all on the purse
I ain't tryna f*ck on no Perc
b*tch can't f*ck on the Perc
Big Backwood of that sherbert
Yeah, smokin' that herb (Yeah)
I dress like this on purpose (Hol' up)
You know I gotta work it
Ridin' 'round town with the Birkin
.38 Glock (Glock)
Ridin' 'round town with the Birkin
Now she mof*ckin' flock (Flock)
We don't f*ck with no cops (I can't f*ck with no cops)
Know we can't f*ck with no cops (I can't f*ck with no opps)
My partner gon' shoot at a cop (Shoot at a cop)
My partner gon' shoot at an opp (Shoot at an opp)
Me and Peso locked in like a motherf*ckin' lock
Wanna try me and my friend (Hol' up)
Get hit off the block
Hellcat right on the block (Slatt, slatt, yeah)
Test me and b*tch get popped (What?), yeah
Calm, saving these hoes
That money gon' talk (What?)
These n*ggas be talkin' like ho's
These n*ggas just talk
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Play with them racks (Slatt, hold up, yeah)
Play with them racks (Play with the cash)
Play with them racks (Cash)
I put them racks on your ass (I put them racks on your ass)
I put them racks on your ass (Racks on your head)
I put them racks on your ass (Hold up, slatt, hold up)
Uh (b*tch)
I put them racks on your ass
I put them racks on your ass (What?)
I put them racks on the bags
I put them racks on my b*tch
I put them racks on my kicks
Can't f*ck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag)
I'ma put some more on that b*tch (Yeah)

[Verse 2: RX Peso]
I put them racks on your ass (Woah)
With the FN and he don't got a chance
We gon' make sure that nobody stand (Nobody stand, what?)
Break it out, ten rubber bands (Break it out)
Drop a ten, I'll shoot at his head (Ten)
Wit' friends and count up some dead (Count up the racks)
These racks'll bring your thot (Yeah)
Red, I pour in the drop
Ain't no yappin', we shootin' on the spot
Roll that dope and I smoke it a lot
With your b*tch and I hit her a lot
Got a V on my tee with a Glock (Vlone)
Put the beam on the .40 and drop (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop)
Put some racks on his ass (Racks on his ass)
Leave your toe wit' a tag (Toe wit' a tag)
Got a bloody ass rag (Bih, bih)
Me and Carti locked in (Me and Carti locked in)
Like a motherf*ckin' dread (Motherf*ckin' dread)
Hellcat with her friends (Skrr-skrr-skrr)
Keep her 'round for the head ('Round for the mob)
I got 50 round twins (I got 50 round twins)
That's a hundred in your leg (Bop-bop-bop)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Play with them racks (Slatt, hold up, yeah)
Play with them racks (Play with the cash)
Play with them racks (Cash)
I put them racks on your ass (I put them racks on your ass)
I put them racks on your ass (Racks on your head)
I put them racks on your ass (Hold up, slatt, hold up)
Uh (b*tch)
I put them racks on your ass
I put them racks on your ass (What?)
I put them racks on the bags
I put them racks on my b*tch
I put them racks on my kicks
Can't f*ck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag)
I'ma put some more on that b*tch (Yeah)