Racks on Racks (Baguettes)

Intro Young Thug Future DY Krazy Gang Freebands git Wheezy outta here   Chorus Young Thug Still gettin racks on racks I put a bone on her breast Ooh Bulletproof doors on the back Got the crest to the clown TRex Lets go Ill chase a ho down bout a check The check My lil shawty said Take me them baguettes Shawty said Had to put my whole fist on baguettes Whole fist on baguettes I put both of my wrist on baguettes Both my wrist on baguettes Crank the coupe and its steerin itself Steerin itself While we pop out his melanin Take it there you lit in it Chanеl vintage steppin Got more sticks than a vеteran Ayy got more racks than a vet Got more whips than a regular Woo Panoram at the telly The Ghost at American deli I came in her ass and nailed it Sex   Verse 1 Young Thug Lil shawty got shot and his pastor Lets go She bendin it over like Nelly Woo She tall and she black like Isabella Ah I told em that I was gon kill it Woo Also told them the dash is digital Woo She had some in her mouth she kissin it Woo I got Ac in my bag like its typical Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz Side of the benz Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz Peanut butter the seats How come you never had to leave We ball in the wind Ball I blew some money overseas treat it like it was sent Last murder take the top off the Benz Assassination take the top off the Benz Drop the top off drop the top off Yeah tell me how the fuck Im still ballin with all these sins Drop the top off drop the top off Yeah YSL niggas dedicated to win Drop the top off drop the top off Freeband gang and Juice gang make yo whole world spin I call these niggas pig skin Always with the shit nigga Shit Pissin on you shrimp niggas Shit Flyer than a blimp nigga Shit Last walkin pimp nigga Woo And Im no wimp nigga Nah Never got whipped nigga Never got whipped nigga I aint got jumped nigga I aint got jumped nigga You sweet Willy Wonka nigga You sweet Willy Wonka Pockets on lump yeah bitch aint a gump yeah Do what I want yeah fuckin on a bump yeah Gucci Lil Pump yeah more Gucci than Lil Pump yeah Twelve found him in the front of the car But he still was in the trunk yeah Nigga pass my cup yeah nigga pass my Runtz yeah Girl I do what I want yeah Ima fuck you from the front yeah She had smoked a blunt yeah now my dick smell like blunts yeah And I know she wanna quart yeah The way Im kickin my shit you can call me Liu Kang mixed with a pointer yeah Getting head from Madonna yeah I aint passin my ganja yeah She was claimin her bungee yeah I was claimin my money yeah Get clean like a jelly yeah So when I came out the stomach yeah I had took off runnin yeah Lets go lets go Chorus Young Thug Still gettin racks on racks I put a bone on her breast Ooh Bulletproof doors on the back Got the crest to the clown TRex Lets go Ill chase a ho down bout a check The check My lil shawty said Take me them baguettes Shawty said Had to put my whole fist on baguettes Whole fist on baguettes I put both of my wrist on baguettes Both my wrist on baguettes Crank the coupe and its steerin itself Steerin itself While we pop out his melanin Take it there you lit in it Chanel vintage steppin Got more sticks than a veteran Ayy got more racks than a vet Got more whips than a regular Woo Panoram at the telly The Ghost at American deli I came in her ass and nailed it Sex   Verse 2 Juice WRLD Peekaboo hop in that Ghost disappear Oh yeah I remember ridin round in a lier Oh yeah Now its Tesla I dont steer uh Oh yeah Off a Tesla I cant hear ya Oh yeah Bitch you look familiar Oh yeah I think my brodie smashed Oh yeah You are nothin but a one hitter bitch Oh yeah oh yeah Im in that Spider drive it like a animal Oh yeah I eat her up for breakfast Im a cannibal Oh yeah I hand my bro the hammer and then he handle you Oh yeah I told em Grab the lighter gon and candle it Oh yeah Smokin this Jackie Chan not no Mandarin Oh yeah They talkin down on my name niggas slanderin Oh yeah Put a titty inside the Draco let it blam you Oh yeah Back in the day wouldve credit card scammed you Yeah yeah Shit huh fever Oh yeah that nigga caught a fever Ohoh yeah Fuck her Uh leave her Yeah Wasnt finna cuff that bitch either Oh yeah I do not fuck with these people Oh yeah Fuck her then I kill her people Oh yeah She can feel that in the air huh Beanie Siegel Yeah yeah Chorus Young Thug Still gettin racks on racks I put a bone on her breast Ooh Bulletproof doors on the back Got the crest to the clown TRex Lets go Ill chase a ho down bout a check The check My lil shawty said Take me them baguettes Shawty said Had to put my whole fist on baguettes Whole fist on baguettes I put both of my wrist on baguettes Both my wrist on baguettes Crank the coupe and its steerin itself Steerin itself While we pop out his melanin Take it there you lit in it Chanel vintage steppin Got more sticks than a veteran Ayy got more racks than a vet Got more whips than a regular Woo Panoram at the telly The Ghost at American deli I came in her ass and nailed it Sex