Racks to the Ceiling lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh
Jetski, brr
b*tch
(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a f*ck how you feelin', ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a f*ck how you feelin', ooh (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Watch how I blow through a million
Dive in the pus*y, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)
All of my whips came tinted
None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (Woah), uh
Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay)
This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme (Supremе)
She said, "Tussie, not pus*y" (Huh?), my diamonds, they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay)
I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh)
I got ten guns at my house, this sh*t look like Call of Duty (Baow, baow-baow)
Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh (Ooh, damn)
Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' sex me, uh (Come here)
She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (Uh, wet)
Step on my b*tch in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh? Baow)
All my jewelry, no security, dare a n*gga try to test me (Huh? I dare you, ooh)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)
I give a f*ck how you feelin', ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a f*ck how you feelin' (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She wanna f*ck with Umbrella
But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella"
Windex scented, my cash extended
As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller
I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar
Lil' b*tch callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views
"b*tch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her
I hit that b*tch with a wink
f*ck her in the bathroom, washin' my di*k in the sink
If it's a ting, it's a ting
Bobbin' and weavin' that pus*y and doin' my thing in the ring
I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link after link after link
I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships, I be lyin' 'bout fling after fling after fling after f-, hmm
Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse
How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?
Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout
Still'll come kill a n*gga 'bout my payout
These n*ggas talkin' hot, I feel like A.I. with the shot
I let the AR come and air out, woo
[Chorus: Lil Pump & Tory Lanez]
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory)
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil' Tory)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a f*ck how you feelin', ooh (Ooh, brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a f*ck how you feelin' (Ooh)