I get them racks I get more and more it's never enough yea,
She want me to smash I hit from the back I fuck from the front yea,
I still get them racks from off of the trap it's never enough yea,
Godam it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want yea,
We all in saks fifth we shopping round relaxing,
I really be trafficking make more then you get for a backend yea,
I get backends I got it all of trapping,
I counted my blessings and turned all my losses to lessons yea
I get a pound I put up the props and then imma do it again,
Lately I really been up in my bag I go in the loui it's ten,
We fucked in the past but I really drag
Cus now I be fucking her friend,
Used to post on the block
But now that's my past was serving them fiends hand to hand,
That block really made me I swea it raised me since a lil baby yea,
My life it was crazy different occasions prayed that I make it here,
I'm fresh out the cage they watching my page I drop on the daily yea,
I'm fresh out the cage they watching my page I drop on the daily yea,
I take a picture with all of this drip I'm swaggin
I don't need caption,
Expensive fits and I smoke designer weed
Told them I like that high fashion,
But I'm just trynna get the madness
Can't stay out the streets I got habits,
And I still get love from the addicts,
And I do this shit for the trappers yea
I get them racks I get more and more it's never enough yea,
She want me to smash I hit from the back I fuck from the front yea,
I still get them racks from off of the trap it's never enough yea,
Godam it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want yea,
We all in saks fifth we shopping round relaxing,
I really be trafficking make more then you get for a backend yea,
I get backends I got it all of trapping,
I counted my blessings and turned all my losses to lessons yea
Sitting thinking in that cell like I might go to prison,
Hurt bout all my niggas gone thank god for the ones still living,
All this shit I'm goin thru but I'm staying strong to the Finish
Different trials and tribulations but
I'm staying real to the ending,
I got them racks I ain't goin back and forth with a nigga
Or a bitch hell no this ain't tennis,
Whole lot of killers round me and they really love a nigga
They don't give me no price I'll send them,
If you want to talk money you can look at our feet
No these kicks ain't cheap five racks on tennis
I'm the heart of the trenches,
Pray to god cus I'm sinning,
I'm the realest youngin in it,
If I said it then I meant it,
I tote that nine with a stick,
Won't pay no dime to get you hit,
You see me shining like a diamond I spent like dime just on this fit,
No selling dimes won't get me rich,
We serving them pounds that got us lit,
We got some glocks wit cooler kits,
And hollow tips to kill you quick,
I get them racks I get more and more it's never enough yea
She want me to smash I hit from the back I fuck from the front yea
I still get them racks from off of the trap it's never enough yea
Godam it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want yea
We all in saks fifth we shopping round relaxing,
I really be trafficking make more then you get for a backend yea
I get backends I got it all of trapping
I counted my blessings and turned all my losses to lessons yea