Текст песни Racks on Me - Mel Bang

Yeah
(Bang. World)

At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple of real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
'Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah

At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple a real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
'Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple a real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me

Watchin' anime while I'm rollin up
Anna Mae all in her trunk
Bend them knees yeah this ya song
50's, 100's I don't throw no 1's
Frenemies all in the circle
They was shaky had to get em off
All my niggas grind and get it
If I gotta tell 'em to go
That mean I'm sayin too much (Whoa)
Tryna spend, yea what you want
Got the sour got a couple bars
Big dope baby I'm the plug
Whip the pot up 'til it bubble yeah
Remember the first time I found me some work
Damn a nigga was green
I hit the block and I found me a fiend
I had him cook up the work for the kid
I cop the coupe I'm tryna speed pass 'em
I pop a shroom I'm tryna see Yazzy
All up in Neimans, Melly got racks
Straight to the top and I ain't goin back
Money the topic, BANG. World chattin'
All of my niggas get it off of trappin'
I got the juice, squeeze it if they aimin'
I get the bag, she fuck me like I'm famous

At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple a real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
'Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple a real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me

You name the store we could run it up
Don't gotta ask you get what you want
She like the Fendi, the bag, the furs
She bad like a baby I pamper her
Ball like I sell out arenas
I get the bag and I spend it in Neimans
Thought it was fraud 'til she seen it for real
'Cuz most of these niggas be actin' but
I really live it for real
I love the sound of the money machine
Hundred blue bills in that shit it go ding
Big big racks like a bank teller
Pocket stay knotted like nappy hair
All of this drip I ain't slippin'
I hope you fuck niggas all pay attention
Glock 33 like I'm Pippin
Bought a new beam I ain't missin'
Remember them niggas they
Wanted my head
Top off the vert
They try to jam me up they try to
Sit me in feds
I get my lawyer to work
I call my sister up told her to
Send me the bail
Realer than most of you niggas
These niggas fess up because
Melly litty again
Melly litty again

At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple a real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
'Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
At the top it get lonely
But I keep a couple a real ones
Beside me
And I keep a 30 round on me
Cuz I keep 'bout 30 bands on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me
Yeah these racks on me
Like these tats on me