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217 on the track, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lil Pump (Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh)
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didnt know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo sho , bitch Im chargin bout 40 bands
Im into trappin, Im shippin out hella packs
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Bitch said the crash is the eighty, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin up baby, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah (Lil Boat)
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah (Lil Boat)
Throw it back, yeah (Lil Boat)(Lil Boat)
Throw it back, huh ( Lil Boat)(Lil Boat)
Throw it back, ooh (Lil Boat)
Young rich nigga need a dick ride
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang , bang, like ya knockin on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin fronto
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoes untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a Uzi, pistol, or a MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
Ima have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci
To the seven, goddamn, Im a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh