Lyrics Lil Gotit – Racks

Lil Gotit:
Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance
I’ve got the watch, kid
No time, my Rolex

Guap Tarantino:
They talkin shit, they get they lip split
Cause we goin buy that, my shooters never call off
Baby girl, take them panties off, she say she goin tie the not
I got racks by four, walkin like a pay lot
I got racks in the whole lane, I can never wife a thot
I got bad bitches, she suck me, no ass play
But I heard they actin, a young nigga stay cappin
I’m fresh off a spead boat, hundreds, I’m countin them back then
I’m makin her deap throat, bitch, I break that back in
Used to ride round with that tech, now my neck cold
Told young Gunna we rich, we link with Huncho

Lil Gotit:
Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance
I’ve got the watch, kid
No time, my Rolex
And Imma die by that
Go till I get respect
Two hundred racks
Ballen, my life full of racks

Lil Quill:
I’m so high, I feel like Amy Winehouse

Lil Gotit:
Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance
I’ve got the watch, kid
No time, my Rolex
And Imma die by that
Go till I get respect
Two hundred racks
Ballen, my life full of racks

Young Mal:
Racks, a whole lotta
Bands, like I won the lotto
Big dog, stick out
Suck it, then she went for my partner
Jetlag, we in the first room
Pull out the chopper, go to your mama room
Never goin let up, yep, it sunny
I took a lick up, racks in my jeans, filled up
Sippin on Lean, hickup
I’m with the gang, lift up
Spinnin round, lil mama fucked my links up
I fuck her right in the Brinx truck
She hit up Slime, she goin fuck

Lil Gotit:
Ice rose red, on my fist, diamonds dance
I’ve got the watch, kid
No time, my Rolex
And Imma die by that
Go till I get respect
Two hundred racks
Ballen, my life full of racks