Gotit! - Autumn!

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