88GLAM, Gunna - Racks lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[88GLAM, Gunna - Racks lyrics]
That be Maaly Raw
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
Fashionable killer, ice like the winter
I'm puttin' you under arrest
Cuffin' a winner, cuff in the winter
Princess cut diamonds the best
I'ma remember, give you the world
You my Jasmine, Aladdin, no cap
Trap with a MAC, we just be floatin'
And she brings it back to daddy (yeah)
Shirt cost a rack, name on
Your tat, first class, we pull up to LAX
I can't go back, brick in my bag
Now I come clean like a bath, uh
She wanna dance meringue my pendant
Pusseno the watch on my hand
Vegas, I'm doin' the damage
Five hundred C notes that's stacked in my bag
Coolin' my jets
Ain't Snapchattin' pics to look cool on a jet
(yeah)
Uber arrived, while you pool to the 'jects
(yeah)
Rick Owen on, I'm not new to this dress
(yeah) , super my flex
Flew to the west, XO the gang
Ain't no foolin' the set (Ah)
Upgraded house, got a pool and a fence (Brr)
Shooter beside me, they cool with the ref
Blew in a tech
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts
In work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
Yeah, sip some syrup, then relax
I got birds in the trap
I got curtains in the back, yeah
(Curtains in the back)
Put the whole city on my back
Quarter milli' in my bag
I'm goin' shoppin' when I land, uh
I fill a Backwood up with weed
I got a few hoes overseas, uh
Turned to a car, ride the beat, uh (Skrrt)
Turbo can't stay off the keys, uh
Hop out the Porsche to a Jeep, uh (Skrrt)
Bitch dressin' up like a cheap ho
Seen me count up me some G's, yeah
All my sauce covered with G's, uh
Cut me a check
The only ones talkin' I know ain't a threat
I'm a big boss, I can double the bet
She mad 'cause I keep ignorin' her texts
(yeah) ySLXO, family 'til we dead (Oh)
I fell asleep with two hoes in my bed
Get what you want and you don't gotta beg
Bean had me geeked so I poured up some red
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts
In work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
I rock Chanel when I flex at banquet
That Chevy Impala, it creep through your ends
Can't trust these bitches and
No more new friends
Feel like Sid Vicious, I hop out the Benz
I got a car and I came from the 'jects
I feel like Mozart, I play with those keys
She say, "Te amo, " I don't speak no Spanish
I rock Chanel when I flex at the banquet
Young nigga glamorous, twinkly twink
Drown in my drip, man, I swear I can't sink
Fuck at the office off one or two drinks
Dippin' my pen in this company ink
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts
In work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
Fashionable killer, ice like the winter
I'm puttin' you under arrest
Cuffin' a winner, cuff in the winter
Princess cut diamonds the best
I'ma remember, give you the world
You my Jasmine, Aladdin, no cap
Trap with a MAC, we just be floatin'
And she brings it back to daddy (yeah)
Shirt cost a rack, name on
Your tat, first class, we pull up to LAX
I can't go back, brick in my bag
Now I come clean like a bath, uh
She wanna dance meringue my pendant
Pusseno the watch on my hand
Vegas, I'm doin' the damage
Five hundred C notes that's stacked in my bag
Coolin' my jets
Ain't Snapchattin' pics to look cool on a jet
(yeah)
Uber arrived, while you pool to the 'jects
(yeah)
Rick Owen on, I'm not new to this dress
(yeah) , super my flex
Flew to the west, XO the gang
Ain't no foolin' the set (Ah)
Upgraded house, got a pool and a fence (Brr)
Shooter beside me, they cool with the ref
Blew in a tech
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts
In work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
Yeah, sip some syrup, then relax
I got birds in the trap
I got curtains in the back, yeah
(Curtains in the back)
Put the whole city on my back
Quarter milli' in my bag
I'm goin' shoppin' when I land, uh
I fill a Backwood up with weed
I got a few hoes overseas, uh
Turned to a car, ride the beat, uh (Skrrt)
Turbo can't stay off the keys, uh
Hop out the Porsche to a Jeep, uh (Skrrt)
Bitch dressin' up like a cheap ho
Seen me count up me some G's, yeah
All my sauce covered with G's, uh
Cut me a check
The only ones talkin' I know ain't a threat
I'm a big boss, I can double the bet
She mad 'cause I keep ignorin' her texts
(yeah) ySLXO, family 'til we dead (Oh)
I fell asleep with two hoes in my bed
Get what you want and you don't gotta beg
Bean had me geeked so I poured up some red
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts
In work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy
I rock Chanel when I flex at banquet
That Chevy Impala, it creep through your ends
Can't trust these bitches and
No more new friends
Feel like Sid Vicious, I hop out the Benz
I got a car and I came from the 'jects
I feel like Mozart, I play with those keys
She say, "Te amo, " I don't speak no Spanish
I rock Chanel when I flex at the banquet
Young nigga glamorous, twinkly twink
Drown in my drip, man, I swear I can't sink
Fuck at the office off one or two drinks
Dippin' my pen in this company ink
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts
In work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy