Racks! Lyrics

I get to the bag bag bag bag

She throw it back back back back

I get to the racks racks racks racks racks

Put a hole in his back back back back

He going out sad sad sad sad

I know he mad mad mad mad mad

Keep that bitch no i don't want her back back back back

Thirty rounds in da mag mag mag mag

Yea I'm doing em bad bad bad bad bad

I left that boy with a tag tag tag tag

He in a body bag bag bag

I'm in love with the racks racks racks racks racks

Yea I'm skirting off fast fast fast fast

I'm up in that jag jag jag jag

I'm doing the dash dash dash dash dash

And she want me to smash smash smash smash

I told her to get back back back back

No i don't want to hit that that that that

Girl why is you tripping you mad mad mad mad

I'm blowing stacks stacks stacks stacks

Fuck it in getting cash cash cash cash

Oh you showing your ass ass ass ass

That nigga he lack lack lack lack Put three in his back back back back back

That's one plus two but no i ain't doing the math math math math

He dirty he need a bath bath bath

Steph Curry I'm shooting thirty out the mag

Usain Bolt he run a lap

I know that boy don't get into that

I told that nigga he better run faster than that

I get to the bag bag bag bag

She throw it back back back back

I get to the racks racks racks racks racks

Put a hole in his back back back back

He going out sad sad sad sad

I know he mad mad mad mad mad

Keep that bitch no i don't want her back back back back

Thirty rounds in da mag mag mag mag

Yea I'm doing em bad bad bad bad bad

I left that boy with a tag tag tag tag

He in a body bag bag bag

I'm in love with the racks racks racks racks racks