Текст Burna Bandz – Wlatt

I got racks on racks
Trap runnin’ like track
We so wlatt
Get turned to a pack

Told my junkies don’t wake the neighbors
Kickin’ yo spot we invading
All my drip is foreign made
And we get the money no debate
Switch on the glizzy choose yo fate
Turn him a hindu beam his face
Shifts in the trap fuck minimum wage
Packs coming in from Bangladesh
Racks on me
Ridin AMG
With a trunk full of keys
Ust stained a P
L-U-G
And we so wlatt
Yellow tape the scene
Uh

I got racks on racks
Trap runnin’ like track
We so wlatt
Get turned to a pack
Kick on the glizzy Liu Kang
She coming back boomerang
Give me the money take the fame
Keep it a hundred remain the same
Remain the same
Crime pays better be ready for that price you gotta pay
All this fast money it amaze her
You know I’m a risk taker
I can’t fold up at the table
I can’t fold up at the table

In the bando no cable
Tryna get the bag stable
I can’t do dirt with these niggas
Man these niggas turned J-Lo
My amigo he about pesos
And my Wassas give out halos
Hit his melon it’s a bagel
Big drizzy that’s the draco
All my VVS appraisal
Pourin syrup this ain’t maple
Niggas softer than some play dough
Press a nigga like a staple
Pretty face she give me a pretty facial
Can’t remember her name fuck it
Ima call her Rachel
Trap running Hussain
Trap goin’ insane
You can lose your brain if a nigga wanna act like he got no brain
We from the north the Jane
Walk up put him on a plane
Double C all on my feet
Cartier all on my frame

I got racks on racks
Trap runnin’ like track
We so wlatt
Get turned to a pack
Kick on the glizzy Liu Kang
She coming back boomerang
Give me the money take the fame
Keep it a hundred remain the same
Remain the same
Crime pays better be ready for that price you gotta pay
All this fast money it amaze her
You know I’m a risk taker
I can’t fold up at the table
I can’t fold up at the table