RetcH — Run Up Them Racks

[Hook] Woah, huh, run up them racks Can't fumble the sack, no, huh I got to get it, I’m running them digits Lil’ bitches can play with that check, no I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis Lil’ bitch I get bread every minute woah [Verse 1] Louie belt holdin’ my britches Pleasant, she checkin’ my business, yeah, yeah Playin’ ‘em round like a dentist Don’t get around until I’m finished, yeah, yeah We used to trap in them Civics Servin’ them jays and I’m spendin’ Now we pull up in them Benzes Foreigns and shit, it’s expensive See RetcH done did it, whoa Made a plate down a metal bar For a half of John, nigga count it up Foreign thotty yeah she bad as fuck I won’t fuck her ‘cause she bad as fuck Brand new pussy, I can't pass it up Purple drink, no, I can’t pass it up I got back to expeditions, with no expectations In the situations, yeah I would like some fornication, how that be for conversation I can't fuck her cause she basic, I might fuck her make her famous I be stylin’ in the latest Louie, Fendi, Ferragamo Diamond gavel on the poncho [?] On point wherever I go Shooter with me - he gonna follow, yeah, yeah If you don’t play with that heat Doggy don't play in these streets, yeah, yeah We don’t do well with defeat Nigga we playin’ for keeps, gang, gang I had to turn to a beast Locked in the “stu” for some weeks Hammer was right in my reach Bitch, you was all on my phone But I’m on a roll like its beef, no, whoa, whoa, ha [Hook] Woah, huh, run up them racks Can't fumble the sack, no, huh I got to get it, I’m running them digits Lil’ bitches can play with that check, no I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis Lil’ bitch I get bread - admit it - woah [Verse 2] Young nigga play with them racks I got them racks it’s a fact, yeah, yeah I got some [?] Some lil’ thots in the back, yeah yeah If you run off with that pack Just know you cannot come back, yeah, yeah I’m sippin’ red in the back My lil’ bitch, she a brat, whoa, whoa How he got dough for that liberty bitch Man I swear I won’t fuck her again I told her come over, she told me She just wanna watch while I fuck on her friend I fucked up and poured up this drink In a 32 ounce and I swear it won’t end Can’t be no baller If you don’t do right for your family [?] Swear she so better than this time I fuck her I’m gonna fuck her and never again I fly across the worldand them people they see me They love me, they takin’ my pic These bitches is open, they just like a magazine Browsing and takin my pick I told them we all could be rollin'’ in millions If nigga just stick to the script, huh [Hook] Woah, huh, run up them racks Can't fumble the set, no, huh I got to get it, I’m running them digits Lil’ bitches can play with that check, no I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis Lil’ bitch I get bread - admit it - woah