Young Dolph - Get to the Racks lyrics

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Young Dolph - Get to the Racks lyrics

[Chorus] Wake up and get the the racks I push my grind to the max Ain't got no time to relax Everyday I spend Gotta get it back b**h, I'm just stating the facts World ain't gon' cut you no slack Better go find you a sack Catch me in the motherf**ing trap [Verse 1] Money all on my mind I can't even recline I'm perfecting my grind You ain't get into it You are not my kind 6 cellphones ringing Early, early in the morning Birds just started chirping Nerves just started working (Yeah) FedEx drop off the pack Got my hoe waiting on that Sit back and smoke me some wax When it touch down, know I'm finna tax I let her come to the trap She blow me just like a sax Then I let her go shop at Sax My lifestyle, your Cinemax Trapping in front of the barbershop Trapping in front of the coffee spot Trapping in front of the China Wok Don't make no difference, I get the guap Ain't no chill, 'til I'm way up Making plays, busting lay-ups All I know is get my cake up I get to the racks when I wake up (Yeah) [Chorus] 2x Wake up and get the the racks I push my grind to the max Ain't got no time to relax Everyday I spend Gotta get it back b**h, I'm just stating the facts World ain't gon' cut you no slack Better go find you a sack Catch me in the motherf**ing trap [v2] Catch me in the trap where we dumping on [?] We shooting at n***as or we shooting crack We been getting money You know that perhaps You know what it is, you know where we at Just pull up at the spot You looking for threats If I ain't got it, then my n***a do In the trap rocking thousand-dollar tennis shoes Every man for they-self Ain't no motherf**ing rules Trap house full of damn fools Twenty n***as in this b**h servin' Stupid a** old school in the front yard I call that motherf**er Judas Irving Hell yeah, boy we getting it on Getting them in, and we getting them gone Drilled yo b**h for just thirty minutes And sent her home, b**h I'm gone b**h be gone [?] Smoke these b**hes all night long I got a pint, what you drinking on? Drop a [?] in a [?] The n***as these b**hes be fightin over The n***as these b**hes be fightin over, yeah The n***as these b**hes be fightin over In the foreign car with a tight motor [Chorus] 2x Wake up and get the the racks I push my grind to the max Ain't got no time to relax Everyday I spend Gotta get it back b**h, I'm just stating the facts World ain't gon' cut you no slack Better go find you a sack Catch me in the motherf**ing trap

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