[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Ra-ra-racks
Project X
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah (Ra-ra-racks)
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential, Rollie glis' (Blow, blow)
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I just paid that ho a visit
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I got Hi-Tech soda piss
Yeah, ooh, make the list, we got racks to show the wish (Ra-ra-racks)
Yeah, used to the take the risk (What), just to get the loads and shit (Yeah)
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah, we had to go and get (Go and get)
[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
How your edges paused, yeah? (Paused) I got too much sauce, yeah (Sauce)
Fuck that bitch, she lost (Lost), why your racks on pause, yeah? (Let's go)
Independent women, I got bitches, they some bosses (What, ooh, yeah)
And I'm ridin' in that new foreign with exhaust, ooh (Yeah, woo, skrt, skrt, skrt)
[?] in the vert, yeah, I'm soarin' straight across (Brr)
Play with us, we purge (Yeah), don't give a fuck about the law (Brr, brr)
Yeah, she sexy, sexy, she get nasty, nasty (Let's go)
Different color hair (Woo), but she not ratchet, ratchet (Ratchet, rachet)
Oh, she nasty, nasty (Yee), she get nasty, nasty (Yee, yee)
Chasin' status, status (Yee), ice the Patek, Patek (Yee, yee)
Yeah, my pockets dead (Yee), paramedic, medic (Ra-ra-racks)
And she give me head (Yee), call me daddy, daddy (Woo, woo)
Call me daddy, daddy
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah (Woo, woo)
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah (Yeah, let's go)
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential, Rollie glis' (Woo)
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I just paid that ho a visit (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I got Hi-Tech soda piss (Yeah, mud, mud)
Yeah, ooh, make the list (What), we got racks to show the wish (Ra-ra-racks)
Yeah, used to the take the risk, just to get the loads and shit (Loads)
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah, we had to go and get (Woo)
[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
She say Lil Gotit so crazy
Big, big racks, these niggas, they [?] smoke Kool-Aid packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Kool-Aid)
My condo big, drip everywhere, I gotta match, match, match (Drip, ooh)
Gotta keep a SIG, niggas play with me, I'm bustin' wigs (Blow)
Got a dime lil' bitch, she [?] deepthroat and ate the kids (The kids)
[?] slime in the Lamb', yeah we did the whole dash (God damn)
[?] lil' bit of cash, I put it in the stash
Fuck around [?], get a lil' bit of cash (Fuck that ho)
Check the kicks, five thousand dollars for a print on they ass (Woo, yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, [?] in the sun, don't drip, woah, woah
Fuck her good, she gotta go, got the pussy comin' back like a yo-yo
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, she'll do one, can't cuff that ho
She keep blowin' up my phone, talkin' 'bout "Gotit, don't leave me alone" (Shut up)
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential, Rollie glis'
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I just paid that ho a visit
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I got Hi-Tech soda piss
Yeah, ooh, make the list, we got racks to show the wish
Yeah, used to the take the risk, just to get the loads and shit
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah, we had to go and get (Go and get)
