DaeDalTM, SCY Jimm - Racks lyrics

Flexin' all them racks
(5K, what’s up, nigga?)

I've been wrappin' up these blessings
Same way wrappin’ up these racks
I don't even do them actions
Just be rappin' on these tracks
Don't you ask me none of them questions
Need to go question all them rats
I've been workin' out, but still
Obese, my pockets, swear, they fat

I've been doin' good lil’ for a while
Workin’ hard like four jobs
Tell the truth but no lies
Servin' out my mama yard
Convo with myself and I’m like
"Should I pull this brother card?"
Said she wanna be rude and reckless
Put her in that double R
Baby, smell like Billie Jean


I'm beginnin' to feel the steam
Just because y'all into me
That don’t mean I'm into y'all
I ain't tryna have no sex, lil' mama, please
Just give me jaw
I'm just tryna make it to that chicken
Not your cookie jar
Yeah, let me get by, I ain't
Finna stress 'bout nothin' today
I got too much on my mind
Tryna uncover the truth
But it's just covered by your lies
Streets gettin' wider
I don't wanna hear it, baby, please
Speak quieter
He think that he gang, he ain't gang
Uninvited i ain't tryna speak 'cause we is
Not on the same timin'
I've been feelin' just like hockey
Pucks 'cause I've been slidin'
I've been feelin' like they mockin'
Me 'cause I've been shinin'

I've been wrappin' up these blessings
Same way wrappin' up these racks
(Wrappin' up these racks)
I don't even doin' them actions
Just be rappin' on these tracks
(These tracks)
Don't you ask me none of them questions
Need to go question all them rats
(Question all them, yeah)
I've been workin' out, but still
Obese, my pockets, swear, they fat
(Pockets, swear, they fat)
I've been wrappin' up these blessings
Same way wrappin' up these racks
(Wrappin' up these)
I don't even do them actions
Just be rappin' on these tracks
(Rappin' on these tracks, uh)
Don't you ask me none of them questions
Need to go question all them rats
(Question all them, yeah)
I've been workin' out, but still
Obese, my pockets, swear, they fat
(Big SCY shit, yeah, Pockets, swear
They fat)

Remember trappin' out my mama yard
(Trappin' out my mama yard)
Looked up to my cousins about that cheese
I'd serve my uncle hard (On gang, on gang)
I don't be havin' time for
None of these niggas, so I stay up on Mars
You can't get too close to me, this AR
It shoot from afar
(Glaow, glaow, glaow, nigga)
I don't really like these niggas
They be police and they rat
(Police and they rat)
SCY, know we the biggest
I'm gon' forever chase a sack
(yeah, SCY shit, nigga)
Let a nigga play, I ain't even lyin'
I'm tryna leave him flat
(Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt)
Put that shh inside that blender, phew
Now I got triple racks
Step on these niggas' necks
Like I'm supposed to ('Posed to)
Only time you niggas get active
Is on Pro Tool (Come on, man)
I don't like none of these niggas
I thought I told you? (On gang)
She keep on tellin' me I'm a blessing, bae
That's old news (Uh)

I've been wrappin' up these blessings
Same way wrappin' up these racks
I don't even do them actions
Just be rappin' on these tracks
Don't you ask me none of them questions
Need to go question all them rats
I've been workin' out, but still
Obese, my pockets, swear, they fat
I've been wrappin' up these blessings
Same way wrappin' up these racks
I don't even do them actions
Just be rappin' on these tracks
Don't you ask me none of them questions
Need to go question all them rats
I've been workin' out, but still
Obese, my pockets, swear, they fat