Racks Out The Safe lyrics

by

Yung Reece


[Verse 1]
Too much I had to get in her mentions
Another lil b*tch, inside of my house, she giving me hella attention
I got a pound I’m making them big moves I ain’t selling no midget
You wanna try us we stay with the fire, you better know you can get it
Got a problem I slide with the sprinter
Damn my diamonds gon’ shine in the winter
All of them cap boys got lil Glocks I got choppas, the winner
Shine on my chain lookin like I flood this sh*t up with some glitter
If I think yo b*tch cute I can hit her
Not the type to be taking her digits
Imma give her bout 20 more minutes
I might just chain snatch
I might just act up, you better change acts
Hop in the Porsche, you know a young n*gga switch lanes fast
You know we slide and we bang that, we don’t go way back
I don’t want the talking talking I been making money in a Maybach
Got a 100k dollar closet, no I don’t deposit Imma pay cash
And these n*ggas be pocket watching, keep a pocket rocket shoot your face back
He stay in that place yeah
We shoot out ya way yeah

[Chorus]
I get them racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run ‘round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil b*tch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa’s on his lap, yeah

[Verse 2]
Aw yeah
Brand new iced out watch, how you gon’ f*ck with Reece the kid?
Grinding all up to the top, you really wish you could come in
Look at these racks I spent
New pouch wit the Gilardino print
Watch out we gon’ slide with sticks
Keep an eye on me, I be going where you can’t go
Money stacking b*tch, it’s all about that bankroll bankroll
I might hit her then I say the uber on the way hoe
I’m sorry that I f*cked your b*tch ain’t know she was your main hoe
You be talking all dat crazy, I might slide with dracos
I got the gang with me, they bang wit me, gon’ make you pay hoe
I keep a thang with me, want smoke with me? Get out my way hoe
I gave that boy a couple of shots now he got a halo, I get them

[Chorus]
Racks out the safe
Racks in the bag
Run ‘round the city wit the chopper
He gonna give me what he had
And yo lil b*tch call me papa
AKA Richard Millie dad
AKA Reece got a mac
AKA choppa’s on his lap, yeah
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