Ricky Racks - Racks In My Pocket lyrics

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Ricky Racks - Racks In My Pocket lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 21 Savage b**h Ricky Racks [Hook] I got racks in my pocket I got racks in my Racks in my pocket I got racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket I got racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket I got racks in my pocket Got it I keep a Glock in my pocket n***a 21 I keep a Glock in my pocket n***a 21 I keep them racks in my pocket I keep that Glock in my pocket I keep the racks in my pocket, 21 [Verse] Yeah I'm in the kitchen n***a scrapin' bowls, savage I'm in the hotel f**in' hoes, savage I count up blue hundreds n***a, yeah-yeah I hang around with real gunners n***a 21, savage n***a'll hot bun a n***a, ya digg? Thumbin' through them racks, thumbin' n***a, ya digg? Bombin' sh** like Osama n***a 21, ran off on a n***a momma n***a 21, I f** n***as sisters Then they get dismisssed I can't cuff a b**h All I do is f** these hoes Kick them to the curb Pull up on a country n***a Pull a pistol, take his f**in bird, ya digg? b**h, I don't let a n***a dig it I know that these b**hes dig it I got two b**hes kissin' I'm in the kitchen Yeah, scrapin' bowls, n***a washin' dishes 21, I'm a boss n***a you a pigeon 21, I'm boss and n***a you a peasant Glock .40 on me with the hollow tips Send a f** n***a straight to Heaven Hah, freestyle, all I do is freestyle 21, Nick Cannon cause a young n***a wild 21, nah n***a this ain't no motherf**in' plies 21, run up on me, get shot in the eye 21, Rollie on me cost like 30 thousand, ya digg? Got your b**h snortin' coke on a mountain, ya digg? I be higher than Stone Mountain, ya digg? b**h I'm high like Stone Mountain, ya digg? Diamonds in my watch like Stone Mountain, yeah Them rocks big, b**h my Glock big The cop big, the car big, I'm a star b**h Hot New Hip Hop, b**h I got a hot new Glock Got a hot new pot, cookin' crack, cookin' crack Free Slime Nudy cause he comin' back Free Young Tel cause he comin' back Run off with your money, ain't comin' back Boy you know that sh** gone Boy you know you addin' wrong Boy you know my money long And my b**h hair long And my swisha blunt strong And my car go fast And I smoke a lot of gas I don't sell a lot of swag But I got a lot of swag And I spend a lot of cash Yeah, hit the gas, hit the gas, smash off Huh, hit her from the back and took her a** off b**h you know I like to cash out n***a know I like to cash out b**h I get it in the cash app I'm in New York with the Slaughter Gang b**h you know we like to slaughter things We don't want to f** on your main We just wanna f** your side b**h You know I got a side b**h And I keep me about five b**h And I hmmvam like a vibe b**h Smokin' weed, I know a n***a feel the vibe b**h Yeah, 21