Racked Up

Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear I know imma get it, got nothing to lose Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes Back up, get your fucking hands off me Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah I swear I can see em' watching every move Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you Racked up, racked up Came in through the back door Act up, act up Throw the money on the floor Run up the score, yeah you know that we winnin' We levelin' up, yeah we touchin' the ceilin' I been goin hard for a minute, and I ain't stoppin' till I get it Yeah, yeah I wore my shades to the party All the girls singin' my songs like "la di da di" Ain't tryna bother nobody But your girl at my show, her hands all on my body Got these chains on my neck, lookin' gaudy Cold like Minnesota, thinkin' I'm Yahcty Already poppin', I'm just getting started On the come-up, Imma make it regardless Okay, yeah, I'm here with the team but you knew that Everybody starin' and they pullin' cameras out like "woah" Step up in the spot and cause a scene, I ain't new to that Everybody with me now Jump, jump, jump, jump Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear I know Imma get it, got nothing to lose Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes Back up, get your fucking hands off me Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah I swear I can see em' watching every move Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you Summer '22 I'm glistenin' Hop on the beat it get colder than Michigan All of my homies say "there go the kid again" All of my haters say "gotta be kiddin' me" Nah we ain't in Gotham I ain't a Joker All of my flows sick, no corona And all of my lines be hittin' like Bobby Wagner when he comin' off of the corner I got 'em geekin', yeah I'm bout it Get that tatted, on my body One of the hardest up outta my city I swear to God ain't nobody gonna top it Don't want no problems, I want profit But you try me, then we lockin' I don't be talkin' I'm movin' like Wayne said Y'all can find a G in the lasagna (shh) I'll be here all summer long, I swear to God I mean that Ain't tryna be cocky, I just think y'all shoulda seen that Go ahead and get comfy, I think y'all might wanna lean back I'm just gettin' started I ain't stoppin' till I, get Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me (yeah I got em on me) Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear (nah) I know imma get it, got nothing to lose Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes (yeah, woah) Back up, get your fucking hands off me Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah (hit the shades) I swear I can see em' watching every move Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you