Meek Mill - Racked Up Shawty Lyrics
[Intro: Meek Mill]It's MMGAll my niggas strapped up and racked outIt's a lifestyle nigga[Hook: Meek Mill]Racked up shawty, racked up shawtyAll these *****es call me racked up shawtyRacked up shawty, racked up shawtyAnd all these *****es call me racked up shawty[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neckI spend racks all on my *****, look at these racks all on my checkNigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, ***** a ***** 'til she tap out***** a ***** then I pass out, and my pockets on J. StackhouseCause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach southY'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout'Coz these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like DiddyHammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'I done *****ing ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'?Y'all niggas be frowning, acting like y'all got itThat shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket[Hook][Verse 2: Fabolous]My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (shit)Damn I'm in ? (shit), too much Ciroc (shit)Won't catch me in that passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)We kill niggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" ? askingThey talk behind my busy back, they must've seen her ass thenFrom H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in AspenIt's going down, going down, no I brought my ski racksNiggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks[Hook][Verse 3: French Montana]Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked outBlack Friday black mac, popping spades black jack***** I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this weekBaddest *****, all in her, balling ***** sportscenterAss fat can't sit straight, borderline ? ?Chain blue or white Penn State, touring off a mixtapeRacked up shawty, chain 'bout 40Came in with one *****, left out with fourShout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie FaboKnow the crib quarter mill', and I ain't trynna brag hoThat Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strappedThat Ghost, ***** that Maybach, baddest ?[Hook]
