Wit Da Racks Young Thug (Ft. 21 Savage, Travis Scott & Yak Gotti)

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back (Ah, ah)
I hit the club on the up, he can come with the racks (Uh, come with it, yeah)
Float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woah)
Ran a doggy train and I didn't have a track (Woah, hey, hey)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I say what I mean and I don't take it back
With the waterfall on my wrist and my neck
I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp in distress
I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death
Since Novеmber, I've been buyin' the stuff
I don't do no rеntin', I've been keepin' it tough
She got four feelings, that's the coupe and the truck
Shorty trippin', I ain't do nothin' to her (Woo)
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (Yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (Ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no chicken (Why?)
Suburban, her toe pretty (Ayy)
You a nerd, I uphold the city (Yeah)
Ain't no way and I told 'em to hit it (Skrrt)
You get lost, hope you know the city
Better not get caught in the wrong trenches (Haha)
What's on your wrist, million?
Next week, it might be a zillion (Woo)
Kanye let me borrow a billion
Mediterranean by a village (Woo)
I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (Woo)