Racked Up Lyrics

Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me

Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear

I know imma get it, got nothing to lose

Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes

Back up, get your fucking hands off me

Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah

I swear I can see em' watching every move

Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you

Racked up, racked up

Came in through the back door

Act up, act up

Throw the money on the floor

Run up the score, yeah you know that we winnin'

We levelin' up, yeah we touchin' the ceilin'

I been goin hard for a minute, and I ain't stoppin' till I get it

Yeah, yeah

I wore my shades to the party

All the girls singin' my songs like "la di da di"

Ain't tryna bother nobody

But your girl at my show, her hands all on my body

Got these chains on my neck, lookin' gaudy

Cold like Minnesota, thinkin' I'm Yahcty

Already poppin', I'm just getting started

On the come-up, Imma make it regardless

Okay, yeah, I'm here with the team but you knew that

Everybody starin' and they pullin' cameras out like "woah"

Step up in the spot and cause a scene, I ain't new to that

Everybody with me now

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me

Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear

I know Imma get it, got nothing to lose

Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes

Back up, get your fucking hands off me

Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah

I swear I can see em' watching every move

Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you

Summer '22 I'm glistenin'

Hop on the beat it get colder than Michigan

All of my homies say "there go the kid again"

All of my haters say "gotta be kiddin' me"

Nah we ain't in Gotham

I ain't a Joker

All of my flows sick, no corona

And all of my lines be hittin' like Bobby Wagner when he comin' off of the corner

I got 'em geekin', yeah I'm bout it

Get that tatted, on my body

One of the hardest up outta my city

I swear to God ain't nobody gonna top it

Don't want no problems, I want profit

But you try me, then we lockin'

I don't be talkin' I'm movin' like Wayne said

Y'all can find a G in the lasagna (shh)

I'll be here all summer long, I swear to God I mean that

Ain't tryna be cocky, I just think y'all shoulda seen that

Go ahead and get comfy, I think y'all might wanna lean back

I'm just gettin' started I ain't stoppin' till I, get

Racked up, I got rubber-bands on me (yeah I got em on me)

Nah I ain't about it if it ain't about the homies, swear (nah)

I know imma get it, got nothing to lose

Everytime you see me, rockin' double g's on my shoes (yeah, woah)

Back up, get your fucking hands off me

Flash on the camera hit the shades at the party, yeah (hit the shades)

I swear I can see em' watching every move

Waitin' on the come up to hit me, nah I don't know you