[Intro:]
Track, track, track
All my n***as who
No fast food
Imma head on with this Mac
When I hit the hood
n***as wanna give me dat
I don't f** with n***as
Less they f**ing with a sack
[Verse 1:] [A$AP Ant]
Racks up in my pocket
Racks up in the bank
Just got the bracelet that came with [?] link
All this dead roll
Feel like Shabba Ranks
Caught my girl that [?] Range Rover paint
Racks
Racks, racks, racks, racks
Racks
My n***as selling packs packs packs packs
[Chorus:]
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks [x2]
Yeah we got them racks [x2]
And we got them better
Now we selling pads
[Verse 2:]
Post it in the trenches
All this work I outta smack
Junkies at the door
Tell them go around the back
n***a play with me
We gonna leave that n***a flat
Track, track, track
All my n***as who
No fast food
Imma head on with this Mac
When I hit the hood
n***as wanna give me dat
I don't f** with n***as
Less they f**ing with a sack
If you wanna feature
Then I need that f**ing check
In school I f**ed my teacher
Man that b**h gave me the neck
n***a you is a rookie
I'm a motherf**ing [?]
I got all these choppers man
I got the f**ing tats
[Chorus]
[A$AP Ant: Verse 3]
Racks up in my pocket
Racks up in the bank
Just got the bracelet that came with [?] link
All this dead roll
Feel like Shabba Ranks
Caught my girl that [?] Range Rover paint
n***as probably cashing out
But they really ain't
Throwing bullets like [?]
Breeze from the sinks
Do you got the racks?
n***a what you think?
b**h I'm in my prime like Buffy in a paint
We giving the racks a spinning
Surrounded by all these damn women
They s**ing my dick, they singing
I'm covered in Gucci linen
We polished and paid, we winning
Y'all n***as is fake, y'all pretending
[?]
But renegade, y'all careless
[Chorus]