Racks In The Middle (feat. Roddy Ricch and Hit-Boy)

(Hit-Boy)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 (TrapAdix)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
 I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Ay
 I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
 Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
 When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
 I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
 Young nigga been focused on my check (mhmm-hm)
 Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (mhmm-hm)
 Tryna put the water on my Patek (mhmm-hm)
 I got killers to the left of me (mhmm-hm)
 We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em
 We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em
 It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
 We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us
 Limo tint the V-12, double, check the details
 Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's, or I can't sleep well
 Millions off of retail
 Once again, I prevail
 Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale
 Hold up, let the beat build
 See me in the streets still
 I been fightin' battles up a steep hill
 They gave my road dog 12, it was a sweet deal
 And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild
 Look
 I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
 Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
 When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
 I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
 Young nigga been focused on my check (mhmm-hm)
 Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (mhmm-hm)
 Tryna put the water on my Patek (mhmm-hm)
 I got killers to the left of me (mhmm-hm)
 Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin'
 Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
 If they catch me wit' it they'll send me off to prison
 Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness
 Engine in the Lambo' drownin' out the music
 Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans
 Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
 Closin' Escrow twice this month, both commercial units
 Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here
 How you die 30-somethin' after banging all them years?
 Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears
 All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear
 But I don't wipe 'em though
 We just embrace the only life we know
 If it was me, I'd tell you "Nigga, live your life and grow"
 I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
 And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke"
 I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
 Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
 When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
 I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
 Young nigga been focused on my check (mhmm-hm)
 Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (mhmm-hm)
 Tryna put the water on my Patek (mhmm-hm)
 I got killers to the left of me (mhmm-hm)
 Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit
 See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget
 Next day we flew to Vegas with my Puma connects
 We break bread, we ain't new to success
 Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
 Cold game, but I knew it was Chess
 As a youth in the set
 Learn the game, you a student at best
 But it's a couple things you can expect
 Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect
 Other shooters we was both, don't want my crew on your neck
 I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
 I do the dash with the blues on the deck
 Mhmm-hm
 Mhmm-hm
 Mhmm-hm