Ricky Racks - Dolan Beats, Yung Bans

This is a Dolan Beats production

Bans, yeah, hah, racks

Man a young nigga really had some racks in his pocket, nigga

Fuck y’all niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga

Bans, yeah, ayy

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em

Outside (Bans), takin' risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew)

Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no killer?

Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental

I’m a monster, I’m a dawg, I’m a beast up out the kennel (Bans)

If a nigga playin' crazy, I’ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)

She gon' suck on my pencil, I’m gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)

Pussy boy ain’t caught no plays so I could never feel him

Pussy boy ain’t got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah)

Nigga I be runnin' waves, need to copyright this shit

Your favorite rapper on my dick, I can’t even take a piss (Yeah)

I was on the block starvin', tryna run it where you live

Ain’t no love for these niggas, catch a case and watch 'em switch

Put a twenty on the table, watchin' niggas turn to bitches (Yeah, damn)

But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah)

Niggas rappin' 'bout the streets when really he ain’t ate, goddamn

They diggin', I’m kickin' this shit, his ho on my dick

I pop me a Perc' when I’m up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift

These niggas they hatin', I’m tryna get rich, they stay out the mix

I’m keepin' it goin', I’m poppin' my shit (Ayy), I’ma die for this shit,

ayy (Yeah)

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em

Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile

Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no killer?

Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental

I’m a monster, I’m a dawg, I’m a beast up out the kennel

If a nigga playin' crazy, I’ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)

She gon' suck on my pencil, I’m gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)

Pussy boy ain’t caught no plays so I could never feel him

Yeah, I could never fear him, yeah, I could never feel him

Boy, I know you sentimental, you ain’t built like the general

Rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in 'em

Got my old bitch mad 'cause I ain’t say I miss her

Yeah, she talk a lot of shit but I can’t even hear

I been knew I was that nigga from just lookin' in the mirror

I done hit a lot of licks just to make my vision clear

And it’s free Che Trill, man, it’s almost been a year

Ayy, free Rick Rare, we gon' smash off in a Lear

Niggas run they mouth a lot 'cause they don’t listen with their ears

But I just keep my head up 'cause I’m knowin' that it’s near

I done lived and I done learned, it ain’t no heart, it ain’t no fear

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em

Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile

Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no killer?

Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental

I’m a monster, I’m a dawg, I’m a beast up out the kennel

If a nigga playin' crazy, I’ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)

She gon' suck on my pencil, I’m gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)

Pussy boy ain’t caught no plays so I could never feel him