Racks In The Middle ft. Matt Gantos Lyrics

Yeah

New Zelle deposit make a nigga want to giggle

Ass in my face with the racks in the middle

Baby come over and put this dick in ya a little

I don't fuck on no American

Like the foreign types

Out in Bal harbor

I spend the foreign price

I think this whip a Gallardo

I slide in foreign rides

Spanish bitch she a model I like the foreign kinds

In this ghost

Riding a poltergeist

Scratch for the bread like the lotto

I do the most I find

Better get on

Most of the boys aren't nice

It vanished all in her nasal

She got the nose I like

Hoe so bad I had to go fuck twice

Chain to bright up in the dark

I fight light

Down out to plumb her like I came through with pipes

Of course, we get out to get em if the nigga don't act right

Hold on, Dawg where ya going

Im tryna rock I came up in this bitch snowing

Gleecing the people to make my arm keep glowing

My A R keep showing

Make em all keep going

Disrespect em, treat em like a bitch

Set em up for the line and all my niggas gonna blitz

Right in the zone getting to lit in the vip

On my way to my home I get to massaging my stick

That lil bitch got a talent with her spit

Couple thousand to get right up in this fit

I don't stay long I get right up in this quick

I don't stay long I pull up and she work lips

New Zelle deposit make a nigga want to giggle

Ass in my face with the racks in the middle

Baby come over and put this dick in ya a little

She want to stay long she trying to stay with me a little

Out of the jar I'm trying to put away my pickle

Perks in my body giving my skin a little tickle

That as look real can you prove it just a little

Getting views from the 6 looking down

And make it jiggle

Long ass stick

Look like Tarzan

Smoking on Elon musk

I'm a Mars man

Put me in a jail cell

I got bars man

Smack a big ass bitch with a long hand

I wouldn't even touch a bitch with a selfie stick

I be giving bitches dick for the right price

Put a bitch up on a plate, call her white rice

Hoe you look like Ronald McDonald's

You ain't ice spice

She say she only feel secure if it's a white guy

But she be hopping on this dick cause I'm a black guy

And I don't really have a heart I'm cold as black ice

Brodie trying to spoof a nigga better act right

And if the nigga pick up you better act white

Shawty trying to blow the whole hood

I call her bag pipe

Nigga say he tweaking off the Molly

But it's crack pipe

Brodie really cracking cards

He like to crack dice

I bought two perk tens

Now I'm energized

I could feel you niggas salt

Throw it in some fries

She was trying to see the truth

Nutted in her eyes

Bitches only tell the truth when a nigga lie

I know why these bitches lie

Cause it ain't true

Only fucking bad bitches and it ain't you

Point a pussy nigga out

You and you

Tryna count a nigga out

Two times two

New Zelle deposit make a nigga want to giggle

Ass in my face with the racks in the middle

Baby come over and put this dick in ya a little

She want to stay long she trying to stay with me a little

Out of the jar I'm trying to put away my pickle

Perks in my body giving my skin a little tickle

That as look real can you prove it just a little

Getting views from the 6 looking down

And make it jiggle