Lord Reese, Lil Yachty - Raccs Up lyrics

(Runnin' 'round the city, juggin'
I'm tryna fuck these racks up) huh? Cuzzo!

Runnin' 'round the city, juggin'
I'm tryna fuck these racks up
Every time you see me, dawg
I don't need no backup
Fuckin' on this city girl
Know why she wanna act up
Heard you said I fell off, well lord, nigga
I'm back up
Niggas, they ain't gangtas, they pretenders
They just actors tryna get like my nigga
Earl gon' let me get my plaques up
Fuckin' up that ATM, I don't shop at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
Thirty thousand, neiman Marcus

Runnin' 'round linux
Hit my lean and them I'm cashin' out
I just hit yo' bitch
Then I bagged and got to spazzin' out
Nigga think I don't like him, that does more
I got my fire on me
Try me like a dummy, nigga
You gon' catch this fire from me
Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
I got all these niggas straight
I passed all my nigga'
Plates, we eatin' gold, who sayin' grace?
We gettin' money, hallelujah, movin' funny
Bro gon' shoot ya'
We ain't got no time for hoe
We switch 'em out like switchin' clothes
Hold up, let me switch the flow
I'm gettin' money and niggas know
You ain't fly, yo' niggas broke
That's why they treat you like a hoe
Trappin' hard, don't have a hero
We just set that scale at 0
Niggas think they drippin', dawg, well I
Can put that shit on, too

Runnin' 'round the city, juggin'
I'm tryna fuck these racks up
Every time you see me, dawg
I don't need no backup
Fuckin' on this city girl
Know why she wanna act up
Heard you said I fell off, well lord, nigga
I'm back up
Niggas, they ain't gangtas, they pretenders
They just actors tryna get like my nigga
Earl gon' let me get my plaques up
Fuckin' up that ATM, I don't shop at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
Thirty thousand, neiman Marcus

(Boat) i been runnin' out that sack
Got a money fetish (yeah, yeah)
I'm too rich for a sack
I don't carry letters (yeah, yeah)
Walk around with black cars and a black Glock
(Nah, nah) black made back
With bad bitches that suck my black cock
(Oh, nah)
Bitch, it's boat, niggas, they know
They respect me (Oh, oh)
Used to be empty, ran up them Ms
Now I'm sexy (No, no)
Woah, and my top down
I'm feelin' just like Kennedy (Oh, oh)
At it, and he try to send shots
We won't let it be (No, no)
They just wanna be so tough (No, no)
We know that ain't you (Oh, oh, Ay, ay)
They gon' switch it up (Oh, oh)
When they realize I can't lose (Oh, oh)

Runnin' 'round the city, juggin'
I'm tryna fuck these racks up
Every time you see me, dawg
I don't need no backup
Fuckin' on this city girl
Know why she wanna act up
Heard you said I fell off, well lord, nigga
I'm back up
Niggas, they ain't gangtas, they pretenders
They just actors tryna get like my nigga
Earl gon' let me get my plaques up
Fuckin' up that ATM, I don't shop at H&M
Thirty thousand, Neiman Marcus
Thirty thousand, neiman Marcus