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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Funny, you can't turn me down
I already know nobody don't got my back
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Boy, you cap, boy, you cap
Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map, choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags, yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah, hunnid bands in my bag
30 rounds in my mag, f*ck n*ggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah, put your lil' b*tch on a jet
Then sucked my di*k, we jet lagged, yeah, smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin' way faster than the Dash, wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped, f*cking your b*tch, no fag
So f*ck n*gga better relax 'cause everything I say facts
Had to skate on a b*tch like Vans, been wearing these sh*ts since The Pack
Ridin' 'round all black Mac, know I gotta watch my back
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh, yeah
f*ck around, hunt you, kick sh*t, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new, pour my Mountain Dew
Diamonds from Cancun, twenty b*tches at the Fontainebleau
Saw you a mouse, too, your diamonds got clouds, too
Money taller than the latitude, can't wait to embarrass you
Talk dirty like a bast*rd too, I was f*ckin’ out the midnight blue
Three-hunnid for the Bentley Coupe, uh, yeah
Wrist on froze like "Ouch,” got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your b*tch can vouch, yeah, now bring your scout, yeah
I put my di*k in her mouth, yeah, we was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got nut in your hair
Chanel on her manicure, my floor meets eleven
I got me a wife, but I still live like a bachelor
I told her we married, but I'm never gon' marry her
I married the money and karats, I'm not tryna embarrass you
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
Back, back, back, back
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh