Lyrics Gotit! - Autumn!

Gotit!

Racks on me, I got it
Racks on me, I got it
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Dead mans in my pockets, yeah
Blue hundreds looking like Sonic, yeah
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Off-White coat with the new Moncler
Balenci puffer, yeah, I feel like a bear
Nigga want smoke, we gon' put him in the air
Tryna be me, there ain’t shit to compare
One bitch ain’t enough, need me a pair
Glock with a drum, yeah, it came with a snare
Rose Gold Plain Jane, just look at the glare
2K for the fit, anything that I wear
Racks on me, I got it
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Got a new bitch, and she only wear Chanel
Sack on me, nigga, no NFL
Wick, you a bitch, and you probably gon' tell
Must of forgot I was already in a cell
I was focused on the juggs when I couldn’t make a sale
Couldn’t fall on the lies and the bullshit they sell
Thank God every day I ain’t still in a cell
Couldn’t sleep good at night, you don’t know how I felt
Momma told me she proud
Did this shit without no job
Living life, kicking shit in a house
I’m a rich lil' nigga, I’m a snob
You a lil' ass nigga, you a cop
Now my pockets bigger than Hobbs
Now my pockets big like Pops
Pour the lean right in a big shot
Niggas really think I’m a big shot
Say the wrong thing, nigga get shot
Look at all these racks I got
These racks on me, I got it
Racks on me like Gotit
Racks on me, I got it, yeah, yeah
Racks on me, I got it
Racks on me, I got it
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Dead mans in my pockets, yeah
Blue hundreds looking like Sonic, yeah
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Racks on me, I got it, yeah
Off-White coat with the new Moncler
Balenci puffer, yeah, I feel like a bear
Nigga want smoke, we gon' put him in the air
Tryna be me, that ain’t shit to compare
One bitch ain’t enough, need me a pair
Glock with a drum, yeah, came with a snare
Rose Gold Plain Jane, just look at the glare
2K for the fit, anything that I wear