I Got Dat Sack (Got Dem Racks) Yo Gotti

[Intro]
Bitch I'm Sacked up
Bitch I'm Racked up
Bitch I'm Stacked up

[Verse 1]
I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
Niggas know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine
Know im hittin' that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried to search a nigga
But we comin' thru the back
See the sparklers in the air?
You know them bottles on the way
CMG takin over mane
That's all the DJ play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
Gripping on her ass, niggas say im disrespectful
I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected 'em
If I'm wanted then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me
Niggas shot at me and missed
Oll the lord blessed him
I sell dope, I fuck hoes and make songs 'bout the shit
I rob niggas for they work and don't feel wrong 'bout the shit
You a pussy ass nigga, you dont belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit