Racks on racks on deck when I come through, don't mind me
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, don't mind me
Pull up in a brand new drop and snatch your ho, don't mind me
I'ma keep doing this sh** until I go, don't mind me
Racks on racks on deck when I come through, don't mind me
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, don't mind me
Pull up in a brand new drop and snatch your ho, don't mind me
I'ma keep doing this sh** until I go, don't mind me I slide all my checks up in that bank, 'fore I leave
Can't see the hotel suite unless she came, photo ID
n***as come for my neck so I keep sticks, you know my V
Only one I ever fear is God so I talk to him, on my knees
Get 'em up work, have blood on my hands
n***a had to roll my sleeves
Kicks with the shoelace missing
And that n***a wears nothing less than a bando on my feet
Pull the Ks out where y'all sleep
In a red Corvette with a red side grip
Nowadays n***a life cost cheap
Racks on racks on deck, drove off that lot, with no signing
Young n***a from the east side, all up in the G ride
n***a only see mine, so I creep, creep
No clique, just 100 bands deep
Hoes tryna lock a n***a down
Plan A's gon' get the Plan B Racks on racks on deck when I come through, don't mind me
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, don't mind me
Pull up in a brand new drop and snatch your ho, don't mind me
I'ma keep doing this sh** until I go, don't mind me
Racks on racks on deck when I come through, don't mind me
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, don't mind me
Pull up in a brand new drop and snatch your ho, don't mind me
I'ma keep doing this sh** until I go, don't mind me 24 carat on the neck piece
Shining like a Jack, n***a Stevie King thriller
Kurt Corleone all white leather limousine tint
White Ross, panorama seats k**er
Stacks on deck, finna bust up in the back
Rose bottle, 'bout to bust open the cap
Don't mind me, I done came to f** the club up
With a couple young n***as from the A
Top downs ridden by the wayside
Whip for the baseside, dribbling the baseline kicker
Before I hit the club, I'ma slide up in your b**h, that yay
Come and then she wing bone dinner
Remember back then we was all tryna get out to fit in
Now they want in, 'cause we stick out
f** n***as ain't even made enough for the paint
Send 'em back home with the kick out
Racks on racks on racks, drove off that lot, know I did
Young n***a from the street side, all up in the G ride
Baby pick your spot before I creep
No clique just 100 rounds deep
Feds want to lock a n***a up
Ain't worried 'cause they won't find me