Big Ol Racks

Intro: PaperRoute Woo]
Yo
I ran out of ice
You know what Im saying?
Im sick of these **** niggas talking bout they doing this and doing that
You know what Im saying?
Im getting— You know what Im saying? (Let the BandPlay)
Im getting the

Chorus: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Yep)

Verse 1: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol racks ( Big ol)
Im really getting money and them big ol facts (Facts)
And I got big old straps (Straps)
Run up on me, get your shit pushed back (Pushed back)
Uh, then back to the cash (The cash)
I gotta go get it causе I want the bag (The bag)
That other shit irrеlevant, why is you telling me? Nigga be going out sad
I know a lot of rapping-ass niggas, real trapping-ass niggas, get-you-whacked-ass niggas, got-your-back-assniggas
I got nothing to prove (Nothing to prove)
I can hold my own (Hold my own)
Smelling like some new kush is my cologne (Gas)
Im so in my zone
I cant do nothing wrong (Uh-uh)
Niggas telling on they fam, what type of shit you on? (*****)
This that cant be cloned, this that, *** **, Im grown
This that ****ing with the wrong nigga, dont you see the throne?
Best you leave me lone
Feeling like Al Capone
That was set in the stone
I might set the tone
Two phones, money long
Three traps, thats the type of shit we on (Booming)
Get it in, get it gone (Get it gone)
Shoot your shot, Im playing zone (Zone)
Niggas hate cause Im on (Cause Im on)
And I aint even dropped a song (Dropped a song)
But I got a bag, though (Bag , though)
Been trapping out them bandos (Bandos)
Serving out the backdoor (Backdoors)
Serving all your kinfolk (Your kinfolks)
That got me

Chorus: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)

Verse 2: Key Glock]
Ayy, big ol racks
Big ol Franklin, Grants, and Jacks
Yeah, big ol stacks
Big ol straps, they go, 'Blatt- blatt'
Yeah, big olchecks
Big ol check that I just cashed
Yeah, big baguettes
Big boy baguettes around my neck, yeah
Smoke a lot of **** like Craig (****)
I might put a brick on your head, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah)
*****, I get a whole lot of bread (*****)
Balling hard, but I aint break a sweat, yeah (Uh-uh, yeah)
Sipping on a whole lotta red (Mud)
Got a whole lot of hoes in the bed, yeah
Damn, I need a new set of legs , yeah
Cause Ive been running, running up them

Chorus: PaperRoute Woo]
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts)
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Cap)
Big ol racks (Racks)
Young nigga really getting big ol stacks (Stacks)
And them big ol facts (Facts )
You other niggas lame, yall big ol cap (Yep)