Rickey Racks

(альбом: Yung Bans - 2017)

(This is a Dolan Beats production
Bans, yeah, hah, racks
Man a young nigga really had some racks in his pocket, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas talking 'bout, nigga
Bans, yeah, ayy)

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside (Bans), taking risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew)
Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
Nigga running with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel (Bans)
If a nigga playing crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

Pussy boy ain't got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah)
Nigga I be running waves, need to copyright this shit
Your favorite rapper on my dick, I can't even take a piss (Yeah)
I was on the block starving, tryna run it where you live
Ain't no love for these niggas, catch a case and watch 'em switch
Put a twenty on the table, watching niggas turn to bitches (Yeah, damn)
But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah)
Niggas rapping 'bout the streets when really he ain't ate, goddamn
They digging, I'm kicking this shit, his ho on my dick
I pop me a Perc' when I'm up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift
These niggas they hating, I'm tryna get rich, they stay out the mix
I'm keeping it going, I'm popping my shit (Ayy), I'ma die for this shit, ayy (Yeah)

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside taking risks, he get hit with a missile
Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
Nigga running with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a nigga playing crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

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 bitch mad 'cause I ain't say I miss her
Yeah, she talk a lot of shit but I can't even hear
I been knew I was that nigga from just looking 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
Niggas run they mouth a lot 'cause they don't listen with their ears
But I just keep my head up 'cause I'm knowing that it's near
I done lived and I done learned, it ain't no heart, it ain't no fear

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside taking risks, he get hit with a missile
Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
Nigga running with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a nigga playing crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him