Lil Pump - Racks to the Ceiling lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump] Ooh Jetski, brr b*tch (Oh my God, Ronny) [Chorus: Lil Pump] Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fu*k how you feelin', ooh (Brr) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fu*k how you feelin', ooh (Ooh) [Verse 1: Lil Pump] Watch how I blow through a million Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah) All of my whips came tinted None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (Woah), uh Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay) This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme (Supremе) She said, "Tussie, not pussy" (Huh?), my diamonds, they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay) I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh) I got ten guns at my house, this sh*t look like Call of Duty (Baow, baow-baow) Red diamonds on me, they ruby, su*k on me, don't give me cooties, uh (Ooh, damn) Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' sex me, uh (Come here) She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (Uh, wet) Step on my b*tch in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh? Baow) All my jewelry, no security, dare a ni**a try to test me (Huh? I dare you, ooh) [Chorus: Lil Pump] Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah) I give a fu*k how you feelin', ooh (Brr) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fu*k how you feelin' (Ooh) [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] She wanna fu*k with Umbrella But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella" Windex scented, my cash extended As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar Lil' b*tch callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views "b*tch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her I hit that b*tch with a wink fu*k her in the bathroom, washin' my dick in the sink If it's a ting, it's a ting Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doin' my thing in the ring I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link after link after link I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships, I be lyin' 'bout fling after fling after fling after f-, hmm Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse How many hundred-dollar bands and b**by can I cut the rubber band off and tear out? Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout Still'll come kill a ni**a 'bout my payout These ni**as talkin' hot, I feel like A.I. with the shot I let the AR come and air out, woo [Chorus: Lil Pump & Tory Lanez] Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory) Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil' Tory) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fu*k how you feelin', ooh (Ooh, brr) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fu*k how you feelin' (Ooh)