Gunna, Young Thug - Racks in a Safe lyrics

(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

I keep racks in a safe
I got Wock' mixed with a lil' bit of red
What a taste
I got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
And then I had to call to
Make them clean up my place
I mean what I say
Forty-thousand dollars what I paid my
Lawyer to handle my case
All new Dolce and Gabbana
I'm runnin' my code
My whole team havin' they way
She wan' katana, I feel like Montana
Button down with slacks on my waist
I got high, soon as I keep my money
Every single night I pray

My bitch Madonna, I'm the real boss
You don't want me to get her
Call me Young Gunna or Gunna Wunna just
Long as you mention my name
On the top, numbers, young don dada
Put money all over your brain
Keep it one hundred, put my brothеr up on it
And teach him the game
Frеsh with no stain, I got ice in my chain
This a new Richard Mille plain
Watch me whip it, rS range
Dropped a four in a Minute
Maid, took your whore, she get slayed
Urus, me and my main, I was at a in a cage
Elliot put baguettes in my Franck Muller, hey
I'm rich as fuck, you can ask my jeweler, hey
Had a compact, now my big
Brother had a Ruger, hey
They learn from all my moves
I'm like a tutor, hey

Young nigga got all type of
Mill's inside the safe, bro
I rock Giuseppe Zanotti's to court and
They told me the case closed
I took the top off the coupe
She can see in the Rolls Royce
She couldn't wait
Went to suckin' this dick at the Nobu
Yeah, I could've bought me a street, but
I bought a blue Patek Philippe, yeah
I'm 'bout to clean up your street, I
Don't know who made you believe, uh
Half a mill' on your head, yeah, and
They gon' give me the leads, uh
You niggas timid, get tellin'
You niggas should die in your sleep
Fuck the police, I got amnes', I got them P's
And I got reefer and I got
Peeps and they all evil
Fuck memories, bitch, I'm a demon
And I got Yeez', yellow Tuss' sippin'
Fuck that lil' bitch and we ain't trippin'
I was at, constantly drippin'
Diamonds like piss, green, they slippery
You niggas been tellin', yeah
You niggas had never got time
VVS carats on, graduated Farrakhan
Bitch got a Fendi tampon
I made her drink my son i don't do the, nah
I been tryin' get these niggas knocked off

I keep racks in a safe
I got Wock' mixed with a lil' bit of red
What a taste
I got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
And then I had to call to
Make them clean up my place
I mean what I say
Forty-thousand dollars what I paid my
Lawyer to handle my case
All new Dolce and Gabbana
I'm runnin' my code
My whole team havin' they way
She wan' katana, I feel like Montana
Button down with slacks on my waist
I got high, soon as I keep my money
Every single night I pray