Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run Up Them Racks , by - Retch. Song from the album Still Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Run Up Them Racks |
| Woah, huh, run up them racks |
| Can’t fumble the set, no, huh |
| I got to get it, I’m running them digits |
| Lil' bitches can play with that check, no |
| I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business |
| Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis |
| Lil' bitch I get bread — admit it — woah |
| Louie belt holdin' my ratchets |
| Pleasant, she checkin' my business, yeah, yeah |
| Playin' ‘em round like a dentist |
| Don’t get around until I’m finished, yeah, yeah |
| We used to trap in them cities |
| Servin' ‘em g’s and I’m spendin' |
| Now we pull up in them Benzes |
| Foreigns and shit, it’s expensive |
| See RetcH done did it, whoa |
| Made a plate down a metal bar |
| For a half of John, nigga can it duck |
| Foreign thotty yeah she bad as fuck |
| I won’t fuck her ‘cause she bad as fuck |
| Burnin' pussy I can pass it, done |
| Purple drink why I can’t pass it up |
| I got back to expeditions, with no expectations |
| In the situations, yeah |
| I would like some fornication, how that be for conversation |
| I can’t fuck her cause she basic, I might fuck her make her famous |
| I be stylin' in the latest |
| Louie, Fendi, Ferragamo |
| Diamond give her |
| On point wherever I go |
| Shooter with me — he gonna follow, yeah, yeah |
| If you don’t play with that heat |
| Don’t get no play in these streets, yeah, yeah |
| We don’t do with the feet |
| Nigga we playin' for keeps, gang, gang |
| I had to turn to a beast |
| Locked in the «stu» for some weeks |
| right in my reach |
| Bitch, you was all on my phone |
| But I’m on a roll like its beef, no, whoa, whoa, ha |
| Woah, huh, run up them racks |
| Can’t fumble the set, no, huh |
| I got to get it, I’m running them digits |
| Lil' bitches can play with that check, no |
| I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business |
| Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis |
| Lil' bitch I get bread — admit it — woah |
| Young nigga play with them racks |
| I got them racks it’s a fact, yeah, yeah |
| I got some |
| Some lil' thots in the back, yeah yeah |
| If you run off with that pack |
| Just know you cannot come back, yeah, yeah |
| I’m sippin' red in the back |
| My lil' bitch, she a brat, whoa, whoa |
| How he got dough for that liberty bitch |
| Man I swear I won’t fuck her again |
| I told her come over, she told me |
| «She just wanna watch while I fuck on a friend» |
| I fucked up and poured up this drink |
| And bouncin', I swear it won’t end |
| Can’t be no baller If you don’t do right for your family |
| Swear she so better than this time I fuck her |
| I’m gonna fuck her and never again |
| I fly across the world, them people they see me |
| They love me, they takin' my pic |
| These bitches is open, they just like a magazine |
| Browsing and takin my pick |
| I told them we all could be ballin' in millions |
| If nigga just stick to the script, huh |
| Woah, huh, run up them racks |
| Can’t fumble the set, no, huh |
| I got to get it, I’m running them digits |
| Lil' bitches can play with that check, no |
| I pull up, no simpin, like deal with the business |
| Gucci my tennis, I thumb through them Benjis |
| Lil' bitch I get bread — admit it — woah |