Lil Baby - Rac Racing lyrics

[Chorus: Big 36oz] I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I’m tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I’m tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Lately I been rack racing, been dying to get this money up Wrap the truck, mount it up, had to paint the Hellcat 12 been on my a**, they tryna say I run a gang Every time a body drop they go to throwin’ up my name I’m like I don’t even trap no more I been makin’ these K’s out the studio I ain’t even been around to serve my folks I ain’t touched a brick in so long I’m like look don’t call my phone, I barely know what’s goin’ on It be like damn that’s your bro, I seen that n***a at your show I ain’t been it, I ain’t in it I been tryna chase these millions I been f**ing all these b**hes Now my ho won’t leave me ‘lone Talkin’ ’bout I did her wrong I’m like f** that sh**, I’m gone I’m goin’ back to the hood Put all my lil n***as on [Chorus: Big 36oz] I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I’m tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I’m tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing [Verse 2: Marlo] I did a thousand pounds a week Them s**ers know I run the streets I put a hundred on his head Baby bro make sure he dead I told Lil make sure the bag right That young n***a living the fast life Told my b**h put up a half a million Gotta make sure that that stash right Lately I been rack racing then stacking all this damn paper My n***as say they need me and they know that I’ma feed ’em If it’s pressure then we squeeze ’em Red dot, I don’t like you if you Cleveland Got a couple crips ridin’ with me and I ain’t from Four Seasons I told Lil Baby that I’m with it Any n***a playin’ they get they issue I sent a hundred f**in’ missiles He said f** it, handle business I told him clear the f**ing block Get out the way, let’s set up shop I sent a hundred f**in’ blocks Took over the street n***a, we rock [Chorus: Big 36oz] I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I’m tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed I’m tryna count four thousand hundreds Put a thousand hundreds on your head Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah Lately I been rack racing Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing