Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get to the Racks , by - Young Dolph. Release date: 07.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get to the Racks |
| Wake up and get the the racks |
| I push my grind to the max |
| Ain’t got no time to relax |
| Everyday I spend |
| Gotta get it back |
| Bitch, I’m just stating the facts |
| World ain’t gon' cut you no slack |
| Better go find you a sack |
| Catch me in the motherfucking trap |
| Money all on my mind |
| I can’t even recline |
| I’m perfecting my grind |
| You ain’t get into it |
| You are not my kind |
| 6 cellphones ringing |
| Early, early in the morning |
| Birds just started chirping |
| Nerves just started working (Yeah) |
| FedEx drop off the pack |
| Got my hoe waiting on that |
| Sit back and smoke me some wax |
| When it touch down, know I’m finna tax |
| I let her come to the trap |
| She blow me just like a sax |
| Then I let her go shop at Sax |
| My lifestyle, your Cinemax |
| Trapping in front of the barbershop |
| Trapping in front of the coffee spot |
| Trapping in front of the China Wok |
| Don’t make no difference, I get the guap |
| Ain’t no chill, 'til I’m way up |
| Making plays, busting lay-ups |
| All I know is get my cake up |
| I get to the racks when I wake up (Yeah) |
| Wake up and get the the racks |
| I push my grind to the max |
| Ain’t got no time to relax |
| Everyday I spend |
| Gotta get it back |
| Bitch, I’m just stating the facts |
| World ain’t gon' cut you no slack |
| Better go find you a sack |
| Catch me in the motherfucking trap |
| Catch me in the trap where we dumping on |
| We shooting at niggas or we shooting crack |
| We been getting money |
| You know that perhaps |
| You know what it is, you know where we at |
| Just pull up at the spot |
| You looking for threats |
| If I ain’t got it, then my nigga do |
| In the trap rocking thousand-dollar tennis shoes |
| Every man for they-self |
| Ain’t no motherfucking rules |
| Trap house full of damn fools |
| Twenty niggas in this bitch servin' |
| Stupid ass old school in the front yard |
| I call that motherfucker Judas Irving |
| Hell yeah, boy we getting it on |
| Getting them in, and we getting them gone |
| Drilled yo bitch for just thirty minutes |
| And sent her home, bitch I’m gone |
| Bitch be gone |
| Smoke these bitches all night long |
| I got a pint, what you drinking on? |
| Drop a in a |
| The niggas these bitches be fightin over |
| The niggas these bitches be fightin over, yeah |
| The niggas these bitches be fightin over |
| In the foreign car with a tight motor |
| Wake up and get the the racks |
| I push my grind to the max |
| Ain’t got no time to relax |
| Everyday I spend |
| Gotta get it back |
| Bitch, I’m just stating the facts |
| World ain’t gon' cut you no slack |
| Better go find you a sack |
| Catch me in the motherfucking trap |