Rickey Racks lyrics

[Intro]
This is a Dolan Beats production
Bans, yeah, hah, racks
Man a young n*gga really had some racks in his pocket, n*gga
f*ck y'all n*ggas talkin' 'bout, n*gga
Bans, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside (Bans), takin' risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew)
n*gga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
n*gga runnin' with the wave like that sh*t was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel (Bans)
If a n*gga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
pus*y boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

[Verse 1]
pus*y boy ain't got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah)
n*gga I be runnin' waves, need to copyright this sh*t
Your favorite rapper on my di*k, I can't even take a p*ss (Yeah)
I was on the block starvin', tryna run it where you live
Ain't no love for these n*ggas, catch a case and watch 'em switch
Put a twenty on the table, watchin' n*ggas turn to b*tches (Yeah, damn)
But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah)
n*ggas rappin' 'bout the streets when really he ain't ate, goddamn
They diggin', I'm kickin' this sh*t, his ho on my di*k
I pop me a Perc' when I'm up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift
These n*ggas they hatin', I'm tryna get rich, they stay out the mix
I'm keepin' it goin', I'm poppin' my sh*t (Ayy), I'ma die for this sh*t, ayy (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
n*gga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
n*gga runnin' with the wave like that sh*t was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a n*gga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
pus*y boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I could never fear him, yeah, I could never feel him
Boy, I know you sentimental, you ain't built like the general
Rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in 'em
Got my old b*tch mad 'cause I ain't say I miss her
Yeah, she talk a lot of sh*t but I can't even hear
I been knew I was that n*gga from just lookin' in the mirror
I done hit a lot of licks just to make my vision clear
And it's free Che Trill, man, it's almost been a year
Ayy, free Rick Rare, we gon' smash off in a Lear
n*ggas run they mouth a lot 'cause they don't listen with their ears
But I just keep my head up 'cause I'm knowin' that it's near
I done lived and I done learned, it ain't no heart, it ain't no fear

[Chorus]
Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
n*gga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
n*gga runnin' with the wave like that sh*t was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a n*gga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
pus*y boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him