Lil Pump, Lil Yachty - Back lyrics

Yeah, yeah 2-17 on the track, man
Lil Pump yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy yeah, yeah, yeah

All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh

Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn't know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo' show
Bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands
I'm in the trap and I'm
Shippin' out hella packs (damn)
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Been sellin' crack since the eighties, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Lil Boat

Young rich nigga need a dick rub
Hit it from the back
Make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang
Like ya knockin' on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin' fronto
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while
I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I'ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci
To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh throw it back, ooh