Lyrics

Young Thug – Big Racks ft. Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Uzi Vert)
Yeah
No I’m not Jordan but I am the GOAT
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
No I’m not Jordan but I am the GOAT
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat

(Chorus – Young Thug)
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I keep them big racks right on me
I got them big racks right on me
I sat them big racks right on me
I got them big racks right on me
Big racks right on me, I keep them big racks right on me
Skinnies right on me, still got them big racks right on me
I got them big racks right on me, I got them big racks right on me
I got them big racks right on me, I got them big racks right on me

(Verse 1 – Young Thug)
I keep some big racks right on me
I keep some gnats right on me
I keep that pack right up on me
I keep that gat right up on me
Pu*** ni**a back it up
Chi-raq shoot like me in court
Hit me one time in my stomach
Purple leaking out my gut
F**k your bi**h I don’t give a f**k
We get stoned till we throw up
I’m living life like the Jefferson’s
Bible scriptures on my chest and s**t
My pockets swole Nutty Professor it
If it came cross my table, we dealt with it
I need me at least 2 like I’m stepping it
I’m so bool that these bi**hes are accepting it
I got bi**hes that been known the bando
I’ll show ni**as that’s with it no blindfold
We the monsters, we slime, we not kind folk
We so cool with the dope, we want molto
I know reds I know blues but no popo
I want ice in my teeth but no Coco
When I f**k her I perform the yoko
I pull up with gang members not solo

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
YSL Hercules, Hercules
I hide my dope and my coke in trees
Sticking your bi**h like a porcupine
I rock that white while she snort a G
Finger licking ni**a, quarter key
Your money small I call it shortages
She up and down on it repeatedly
I f**k her hard, don’t accept apologies
Baby gurgle, color purple
D*ck need nursing, gotta burp her
40 pistols, ni**as lurking
Top Shotta, kill my ni**a
Never heard of, get to murking
Closed curtains, no outbursting
We real killers not no crowd bursters
Psyche, bi**h I’m shooting every person
Catalyst, catch the wrist
Rabbit s**t, f**k your mix
I’m the s**t, she the s**t
40,000 she’s a Birkin bi**h
Looking, smelling, talking, walking bricks
Acapella still I walk the s**t
Moonrock come from Cali, coughing, s**t
R.I.P to Paul Walker, s**t

(Repeat Chorus)

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