​​​where the racks at lyrics

[Intro]
(Keyblade)
(Remember?)
(zoot)
(Rated N for NOVA)

[Chorus: Zootzie]
Put the racks in the bag till it's fillin' up (Go)
Baby, I got cash for your ass, watch you throw it back (Go)
Up the blicky, he insane, got him runnin' laps (Go)
b*tch, I'm number one, lil' n*gga, you the one in last (Wait, damn)
I'm gon' f*ck your b*tch and I ain't c*mmin' fast (Go)
Like a dumbass in class, we gon' do him bad

[Verse 1: Zootzie]
These b*tches love me after sex, they be like, "Who is that?"
If you shoot, then I'm shootin' back
I was buggin', I can't go back (Go)
Make all the bankroll (Go), you lackin', but I can't fold
.45 on the hip, make that boy lay low
And my money light as f*ck, my wallet can't fold
Jump out the trap, that's what I do, I can't lack

[Chorus: Zootzie & Nettspend]
Put the racks in the bag till it's fillin' up (Go)
Baby, I got cash for your ass, watch you throw it back (Go)
Up the blicky, he insane, got him runnin' laps
b*tch, I'm number one, lil' n*gga, you thе one in last (Wait, damn, go)
I'm gon' f*ck your b*tch and I ain't c*mmin' fast (Go, can't go to class, yeah)
Like a dumbass in class, wе gon' do him bad (Yeah, we gon' do him bad)
[Verse 2: Nettspend]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this di*k saggin' in my pants
Yeah, she keep tryna take my pants down
I do not care about that b*tch, I'm gettin' racks now
I'm gettin' stacks, gettin' bands, bands now
And they wanna know how, but they don't know, uh
Said I'll never know how 'cause we won't show them
Yeah, I'm in ATL with jt
I think I need to pop a Perc', I'm fallin' back to sleep
I'm dealin' with some truancy, I said, "I'm half awake"
I don't even think my dukes know I'm out of state
Tell my brother, "Don't even stress 'cause we gon' get them"
When we was young, we was just jumpin' fences, get down
Now I'm sayin', "Get down, hold the strap up, give me all your loot, give me all your loot"
You're gonna salute to the Nett because the Nett was born to shoot
I told my brother, "Get home early, I can't see you in the news"
I said, "Shout out to my dukes, on thirteen row, we keep a tool"
Yeah, j gon' spin some sh*t, he rockin' real expensive shoes
We up and up woke in the Rich', if I'm gon' sip, I sip the script
And, yeah, I grew up in the Rich', but I don't know if they my friends
But I'm gettin' to them racks, I think they wanna be my friends