Paper Route Empire - Big Ol Racks lyrics

[Intro: PaperRoute Woo] Yo I ran out of ice You know what I'm saying? I'm sick of these fu*k ni**as talking 'bout they doing this and doing that You know what I'm saying? I'm getting— You know what I'm saying? (Let the BandPlay) I'm getting the [Chorus: PaperRoute Woo] Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Yep) [Verse 1: PaperRoute Woo] Big ol' racks (Big ol') I'm really getting money and them big ol' facts (Facts) And I got big old straps (Straps) Run up on me, get your sh*t pushed back (Pushed back) Uh, then back to the cash (The cash) I gotta go get it 'causе I want the bag (The bag) That other sh*t irrеlevant, why is you telling me? ni**a be going out sad I know a lot of rapping-ass ni**as, real trapping-ass ni**as, get-you-whacked-ass ni**as, got-your-back-ass ni**as I got nothing to prove (Nothing to prove) I can hold my own (Hold my own) Smelling like some new kush is my cologne (Gas) I'm so in my zone I can't do nothing wrong (Uh-uh) ni**as telling on they fam, what type of sh*t you on? (Pussy) This that can't be cloned, this that, b*tch, I'm grown This that fu*king with the wrong ni**a, don't you see the throne? Best you leave me 'lone Feeling like Al Capone That was set in the stone I might set the tone Two phones, money long Three traps, that's the type of sh*t we on (Booming) Get it in, get it gone (Get it gone) Shoot your shot, I'm playing zone (Zone) ni**as hate 'cause I'm on ('Cause I'm on) And I ain't even dropped a song (Dropped a song) But I got a bag, though (Bag, though) Been trapping out them bandos (Bandos) Serving out the backdoor (Backdoors) Serving all your kinfolk (Your kinfolks) That got me [Chorus: PaperRoute Woo] Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) [Verse 2: Key Glock] Ayy, big ol' racks Big ol' Franklin, Grants, and Jacks Yeah, big ol' stacks Big ol' straps, they go, "Blatt-blatt" Yeah, big ol' checks Big ol' check that I just cashed Yeah, big baguettes Big boy baguettes around my neck, yeah Smoke a lot of dope like Craig (Dope) I might put a brick on your head, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah) b*tch, I get a whole lot of bread (b*tch) Balling hard, but I ain't break a sweat, yeah (Uh-uh, yeah) Sipping on a whole lotta red (Mud) Got a whole lot of hoes in the bed, yeah Damn, I need a new set of legs, yeah 'Cause I've been running, running up them [Chorus: PaperRoute Woo] Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Cap) Big ol' racks (Racks) Young ni**a really getting big ol' stacks (Stacks) And them big ol' facts (Facts) You other ni**as lame, y'all big ol' cap (Yep)