An energetic trap anthem by Destroy Lonely, 'Racks & Roleys' is all about getting money, living lavishly, and navigating the high life. With hard-hitting beats and catchy lines, this song captures the essence of wealth, power, and uninhibited freedom.
Intro:
Got too much cash, racks all in my grip
Foreign whip, we rollin', takin' trips
Lightin' up the weed, just roll another spliff
My slime got my back, we never slip
Chorus:
Racks and Roleys, racks and Roleys, yeah we countin' up
Fuckin' bitches, rollin' blunts, we ain't slowing up
Got a whip, it's foreign, pressin' gas, we blowin' up
Killin' niggas, gettin' money, that's just how we showin' up
Verse 1:
All these diamonds on my wrist, yeah they dancing
In that Lamborghini, boy, we ain't just glancin'
All this money in my pockets got me flexin'
Stacking up the racks, ain't got no time for stressin'
Fucking hoes, blowing O's, that's my lifestyle
Too much weed, rolling blunts, we ain't slowing down
Catch me in the club, poppin' bottles, making noise
Gettin' money, killin' niggas, with my slimy boys
Chorus:
Racks and Roleys, racks and Roleys, yeah we countin' up
Fuckin' bitches, rollin' blunts, we ain't slowing up
Got a whip, it's foreign, pressin' gas, we blowin' up
Killin' niggas, gettin' money, that's just how we showin' up
Verse 2:
Designer drippin', Gucci, Prada, that's the dress code
Money, power, respect, livin' by the street code
All my niggas loyal, we gon' ride till we die
Foreign cars, speeding fast, reaching for the sky
Heavy with the heat, boy, don't you even try
Stacking all these bands, man, ain't no askin' why
Livin' life so fast, but we never crash
Countin' all these racks, while we blowin' cash
Chorus:
Racks and Roleys, racks and Roleys, yeah we countin' up
Fuckin' bitches, rollin' blunts, we ain't slowing up
Got a whip, it's foreign, pressin' gas, we blowin' up
Killin' niggas, gettin' money, that's just how we showin' up
Bridge:
Racks so tall, they blocking up my vision
Gotta stay on mission, no time for intermission
Livin' lavish, gotta have it, that's tradition
In this game of life, there ain't no competition
Chorus:
Racks and Roleys, racks and Roleys, yeah we countin' up
Fuckin' bitches, rollin' blunts, we ain't slowing up
Got a whip, it's foreign, pressin' gas, we blowin' up
Killin' niggas, gettin' money, that's just how we showin' up
Outro:
Racks, Roleys, foreign whips, blowin' gas
Livin' fast, countin' cash, never gonna pass
We the future, we the wave, can you feel the blast?
Destroy Lonely on the mic, making moments last
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getting money, fucking bitches, too much money, foreign whip, killing niggas, my slime, fucking hoes, rolling blunts, hella weed
Destroy Lonely