Rickey Racks Yung Bans

[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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)