(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (the realest is back)
Them rackies on me (holiday season)
I got them rackies on me (Sexyy Red)
Them rackies on me (this that Northside, St. Louis trap shit, straight out the pot)
Them rackies on me (Sexyy, girl)
Them rackies on me (oh, Sexyy been cookin′)
Bitch, I got them rackies (Holiday Season)
(Let's run them rackies up)
Bitch, I get them racks (it′s Sexyy)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy)
Bitch, I get them racks (yeah, let's go)
Bitch, I got them rackies (huh)
Bitch, I get them racks (baow)
Bitch, I get them racks (baow)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy, girls, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Bitch, I get them racks
Hu-hunnids in my stack (yeah), this a beaucoup rack (damn)
I might spoil a nigga (ooh), he-he ain't used to that (no)
Gucci on my ass, I used to be broke (Sexyy)
No-now I got some motion, buy the whole store (damn)
Pre-pretty-ass bitch, I got more motion than you (on Blood)
Northside shorty, ramen noodles for dinner (Northside)
Li-like a IG post how I dump on you niggas (pow, pow)
Yo′ bitch purse empty, come and fuck with a winner (it′s Sexyy)
It's Sexyy, you know it (you know it), I′m geeked, my eyes show it (yeah)
My bitches turnt, throwin' it (throwin′, baow, baow), I got them bands, blowin' it (yeah)
I′m poppin' bottles, pourin' it, I-I-I-I′m in that mode (okay, Sexyy Red)
I′m shittin' on these hos (yeah), can′t no bitch say I'm broke (bitch)
Bitch, I got them rackies
Bitch, I get them racks (you know it)
Bitch, I get them racks (it′s on me)
Bitch, I get them racks (it's on me)
Bitch, I get them racks (uh, Sexyy)
Bitch, I got them rackies (uh)
Bitch, I get them racks (baow)
Bitch, I get them racks (baow)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy, girls, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Bitch, I get them racks
Uh, yeah, I-I just got a pack (damn)
Runnin′ with that shit like a runnin' back
E-e-e'rybody and they mama know I get them racks (you know it)
I-I go crazy ′bout that money, better no play with that (ay, it′s Sexyy)
A-and I heard that these bitches dissin' in they raps (the fuck?)
Ain′t nobody even heard that shit, that shit was wack (it was ass)
Ain't gotta drive, I′m boolin', chillin′, smokin' in the back (nyoom)
They still alive, but I'm smokin′ on these bitches′ pack (this shit some gas)
50 on the right (blick), fi-50 on the left (blicky)
I'm just a bad bitch, I gotta spoil myself (you know it)
I know I do the most (on Blood), I think I need some help
I got them racks on me (ha-yeah), so I keep a gun
Bitch, I got them rackies
Bitch, I get them racks (it′s Sexyy)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy)
Bitch, I get them racks (yeah, let's go)
Bitch, I got them rackies (uh)
Bitch, I get them racks (baow)
Bitch, I get them racks (baow)
Bitch, I get them racks (Sexyy, girls, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Bitch, I get them racks
Writer(s): Michael Johnson, Larrance Dopson, Lefabian Williams, Adrian Parks, Dennis Butler, Richard Sims, Cory Way, Jacob Canady, Janae Wherry, Larry Johnson, Broderick Thompson Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
