Playboi Carti — Racks 2018

[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 (Bitch) 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 bitch I put them racks on my kicks Can't fuck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag) I'ma put some more on that bitch (Yeah) [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Fifty-round drum gon' burst Double Cs all on the purse I ain't tryna fuck on no Perc Bitch can't fuck 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 mofuckin' flock (Flock) We don't fuck with no cops (I can't fuck with no cops) Know we can't fuck with no cops (I can't fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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 bitch get popped (What?), yeah Calm, saving these hoes That money gon' talk (What?) These niggas be talkin' like ho's These niggas 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 (Bitch) 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 bitch I put them racks on my kicks Can't fuck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag) I'ma put some more on that bitch (Yeah) [Verse 2: RX Peso] I put them racks on your ass (Yeah) With the FN and he don't got a chance We gon' make sure that nobody stand (What?) Break it out, ten rubber bands Drop a ten, I'll shoot at his head Wit' friends and count up some dead (Count up the racks) These racks bring out your thot 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 bitch 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 Leave your toe wit' a tag Got a bloody ass rag (Bih, bih) Me and Carti locked in like a motherfuckin' dread (Bitch) Hellcat with her friends (Skrr-skrr-skrr) Keep 'em around for the head 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 (Bitch) 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 bitch I put them racks on my kicks Can't fuck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag) I'ma put some more on that bitch (Yeah)