Rackies Lyrics by Sexyy Red
(Feat. ATL Jacob)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (The realest is back)
Them rackies on me (Holiday season)
I got them rackies on me (Sexyy Red)
Them rackies on me (This that Northside, St. Louis trap ***, straight out the pot)
Them rackies on me (Sexyy, girl)
Them rackies on me (Oh, Sexyy been cookin’)
***, I got them rackies (Holiday Season)
(Let’s run them rackies up)
***, I get them racks (It’s Sexyy)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy)
***, I get them racks (Yeah, let’s go)
***, I got them rackies (Huh)
***, I get them racks (Baow)
***, I get them racks (Baow)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy, girls; baow, baow, baow, baow)
***, I get them racks
Hu-hundreds in my stack (Yeah), this a beaucoup rack (Damn)
I might spoil a *** (Ooh), he-he ain’t used to that (No)
Gucci on my ass, I used to be broke (Sexyy)
No-now I got some motion, buy the whole store (Damn)
Pre-pretty-ass ***, I got more motion than you (On Blood)
Northside shorty, ramen noodles for dinner (Northside)
Li-like a IG post how I dump on you niggas (Pow, pow)
Yo’ *** purse empty, come and *** with a winner (It’s Sexyy)
It’s Sexyy, you know it (You know it)
I’m geeked, my eyes show it (Yeah)
My *** turnt, throwin’ it (Throwin’, baow, baow)
I got them bands, blowin’ it (Yeah)
I’m poppin’ bottles, pourin’ it
I-I-I-I’m in that mode (Okay, Sexyy Red)
I’m shittin’ on these hoes (Yeah)
Can’t no *** say I’m broke (***)
***, I got them rackies
***, I get them racks (You know it)
***, I get them racks (It’s on me)
***, I get them racks (It’s on me)
***, I get them racks (Uh, Sexyy)
***, I got them rackies (Uh)
***, I get them racks (Baow)
***, I get them racks (Baow)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy, girls; baow, baow, baow, baow)
***, I get them racks
Uh, yeah, I-I just got a pack (Damn)
Runnin’ with that *** like a running back
E-e-everybody and they momma know I get them racks (You know it)
I-I go crazy ’bout that money, better no play with that (Ayy, it’s Sexyy)
A-and I heard that these *** dissin’ in they raps (The ***?)
Ain’t nobody even heard that ***, that *** was wack (It was ass)
Ain’t gotta drive, I’m boolin’, chillin’, smokin’ in the back (Nyoom)
They still alive, but I’m smokin’ on these ***’ pack (This *** some gas)
Fifty on the right (Blick), fi-fifty on the left (Blicky)
I’m just a bad ***, I gotta spoil myself (You know it)
I know I do the most (On Blood), I think I need some help
I got them racks on me (Ah-yeah), so I keep a ***
***, I got them rackies
***, I get them racks (It’s Sexyy)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy)
***, I get them racks (Yeah, let’s go)
***, I got them rackies (Uh)
***, I get them racks (Baow)
***, I get them racks (Baow)
***, I get them racks (Sexyy, girls; baow, baow, baow, baow)
***, I get them racks