Lyrics Sauce Walka – Racks On Me
Text:
I finally know what it feels like, to walk around with a hundred thousand dollars
(Hey!) I made
I got racks on me I got racks on me I got racks
I got racks on me I got racks on me I got racks
All these racks on me I can’t pull up my pants
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Daumn, walk in the club with a hundred thousand
I’m drippin sauce like a thousand islands
Flexing, impressing and really stylin
I’m the reason that these bitches really wildin
Looked at my neck and she started smiling
Looked at your neck and she called you childish
Nigga post a pic of two thousand then hashtag bought me hottie
Boy you know that you need to stop it
You know you ain’t having no racks nigga
You know you ain’t havin no stacks nigga
Spending ten thousand at sacks nigga
You ain’t ever have a bitch roll a blunt
While another rub your back nigga
They say never go where you came from, broke, we ain’t ever goin back nigga
I got racks on me I got racks on me I got racks
I got racks on me I got racks on me I got racks
All these racks in my pocket I can barely stand
All these racks on me I can’t pull up my pants
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I spent a 50 on hand guns, I spent a 50 on baby rifles
Its gon be a homicide, genocide fuck nigga touch me on the bible
Whoop a nigga ass in a leather jacket you’ll swear I was Rowdy Piper
I just stepped on a snake in my Loubuittons, now my shoes made of viper
All these niggas screaming big homie, I ain’t giving back I don’t fucking like them
When there was floods in the hood, sauce was in the hood couple thousand on food and supplies that was love to the hood
I got racks on me I got racks on me I got racks
I got racks on me I got racks on me I got racks
All these racks in my pocket I can barely stand
All these racks on me I can’t pull up my pants
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