Run Up the Racks 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

[Intro]
Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Count a hundred

[Verse 1]
Count a hundred, yeah, nigga
Diamonds froze, chill, nigga
I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga
Young nigga, seventeen, all he do is kill, nigga
And I'm drinking on that mud like an oil spill, nigga
Gucci jacket, oh yeah
Saint Laurent, oh yeah
Bust down, cost a hundred, nigga, that's a trophy
Balling like I'm Kobe, shoot you like Ginobili
Sitting on the courtside, never in the nosebleed
In the hotbox, yeah, with a hot Glock, yeah
In the trap car, yeah, get your block chopped, yeah
When it's time to blow smoke we do not stop, yeah
Pulled up in paradise, they got them Glocks out, yeah
Time to blast off, mask off like I'm mad, dog
Turned it to a murder trap then robbed 'em for a bag, dog
Police always fucking with a nigga 'cause I'm black, dog
Full court press, we won't show your ass no slack, dog

[Chorus]
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it
Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga