Let’s Go (Fat Racks) Young Thug

[Intro]
I, I caught myself stuntin' on these niggas
Then I realized you never had nothin'
(808 Mafia)
Feelin' like I [?]

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, daddy fat sacks
Big back like a fat cat
Money long like giraffe necks
I got fat racks
Put the twenties in the nap sack
Make her do backflips
Put the hundreds in the gym clips
I'll bring smoke right to your street, and I'll break your shit
You'll think it was a booty call, they pull up late night just to hit
I need a napkin for this Rolex on my wrist
Soon I allow her she come on and pop her shit (Yeah, hold on)

[Verse 1]
She drop it, she drop it, she pop it, she work on the dick
She go slow, oh, oh, tryna be my bitch
Yeah, I spoiled the girl but I could never call this girl
Bitch, you star-struck, this Ac', not Starbucks
Double seal, it's on cut, lil' shawty got a bubble butt
These rap niggas copy us, gettin' head from poo-putt
Cuban link with a crew cut, you need my crew but
I was steerin' my cruise ship, pourin' red in a Root Beer
I pimp that, I got hoes, fuck hoes, got money
Big diamonds, forty pointers
Eighty pointers, two karats, one karat in the hair
Hundred-fifty on my neck, Elliante leave 'em dead
Big racks on right now, bitch, I'm lit, let's go
'Nother hundred racks to my clique, lil' bitch, let's go
I got gold on my motherfuckin' fist, I'm lit, let's go
Ten-thousand dollar toe ring, I'm on my shit, lil' bitch, let's go
Come through, turn a thottie to a bitch or I’m gone
Ankle bracelet make me kick my shit, Hong Kong
Hold up, catch my shit and then I'm gone
Better know how to suck a dick or I'm gone