Racks on Me - Sauce Walka

I got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks

I got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks

All these racks in my pocket i can barely stand

All these racks on me i can’t pull up my pants

Daumn, walk in the club with a hundred thousand

Im drippin sauce like a thousand islands

Flexing, impressing and really stylin

Im the reason that these bitches really wildin

Looked at my neck and she started smiling

Looked at your neck and she called you childish

Nigga post a pic of two thousand then hashtag bought me hottie

Boy you know that you need to stop it

You know you ain’t having no racks nigga

You know you ain’t havin no stacks nigga

Spending ten thousand at sacks nigga

You ain’t ever have a bitch roll a blunt

While another rub your back nigga

They say never go where you came from, broke, we ain’t ever goin back nigga

I got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks

I got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks

All these racks in my pocket i can barely stand

All these racks on me i can’t pull up my pants

I spent a 50 on hand guns, I spent a 50 on baby rifles

Its gon be a homocide, genocide fuck nigga touch me on the bible

Whoop a nigga ass in a leather jacket you’ll swear i was Rowdy Piper

I just stepped on a snake in my Loubuittons, now my shoes made of viper

I been shittin on these nigga lookin at my riches, swear i need a fuckin diaper

All these niggas screaming big homie, i ain’t giving back i dont fucking like

them

When there was floods in the hood, sauce was in the hood couple thousand on

food and supplies that was love to the hood

I got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks

I got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks

All these racks in my pocket i can barely stand

All these racks on me i can’t pull up my pants