[Hook: 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 Pussy nigga back it up Chi-raq shoot like me in court Hit me one time in my stomach Purple leaking out my gut Fuck your bitch I don't give a fuck We get stoned till we throw up I'm living life like the Jefferson's Bible scriptures on my chest and shit 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 bitches are acceptin' it I got bitches that been known the bando I’ll show niggas 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 fuck her I perform the yoko I pull up with gang members not solo
[Hook: 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 2: Young Thug] YSL Hercules, Hercules I hide my dope and my coke in trees Stickin' your bitch like a porcupine I rock that white while she snort a G Finger lickin' nigga, quarter key Your money small I call it shortages She up and down on it repeatedly I fuck her hard, don’t accept apologies Baby gurgle, color purple Dick need nursing, gotta burp her 40 pistols, niggas lurkin' Top Shotta, kill my nigga Never heard of, get to murkin' Closed curtains, no outbursting We real killers not no crowd bursters Psyche, bitch I’m shootin' every person Catalyst, catch the wrist Rabbit shit, fuck your mix I’m the shit, she the shit 40,000 she’s a Birkin bitch Looking, smelling, talking, walking bricks Acapella still I walk the shit Moonrock come from Cali, coughing, shit R.I.P to Paul Walker, shit
[Hook: 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