[Intro:]
Track, track, track
All my n***as who
No fast food
Imma head on with this Mac
When I hit the hood
N***as wanna give me dat
I don’t fuck with n***as
Less they fucking with a sack

[Verse 1:] [A$AP Ant]
Racks up in my pocket
Racks up in the bank
Just got the bracelet that came with [?] link
All this dead roll
Feel like Shabba Ranks
Caught my girl that [?] Range Rover paint
Racks
Racks, racks, racks, racks
Racks
My n***as selling packs packs packs packs

[Chorus:]
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks [x2]
Yeah we got them racks [x2]
And we got them better
Now we selling pads
[Verse 2:]
Post it in the trenches
All this work I outta smack
Junkies at the door
Tell them go around the back
N***a play with me
We gonna leave that n***a flat
Track, track, track
All my n***as who
No fast food
Imma head on with this Mac
When I hit the hood
N***as wanna give me dat
I don’t fuck with n***as
Less they fucking with a sack
If you wanna feature
Then I need that fucking check
In school I fucked my teacher
Man that bitch gave me the neck
N***a you is a rookie
I’m a motherfucking [?]
I got all these choppers man
I got the fucking tats

[Chorus]
[A$AP Ant: Verse 3]
Racks up in my pocket
Racks up in the bank
Just got the bracelet that came with [?] link
All this dead roll
Feel like Shabba Ranks
Caught my girl that [?] Range Rover paint
N***as probably cashing out
But they really ain’t
Throwing bullets like [?]
Breeze from the sinks
Do you got the racks?
N***a what you think?
Bitch I’m in my prime like Buffy in a paint
We giving the racks a spinning
Surrounded by all these damn women
They sucking my dick, they singing
I’m covered in Gucci linen
We polished and paid, we winning
Y’all n***as is fake, y’all pretending
[?]
But renegade, y’all careless

[Chorus]