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Racks Up lyrics by D Kist feat. Toosii

Verse 1: D Kist
All that small talk, it don’t mean shit
If you try to ride this wave, you’ll get seasick
In order to compare, you must compete
We are not the same, can’t you see I’m on some king shit
If it ain’t bout a bag, I ain’t talking about it
I hardly carry cash, I make bank deposits
Young nigga, but I’m super solid
Face card clean, I don’t owe nobody
They ask me where I get it from
It’s in my genes, I’m my daddy’s son
Please, keep the comparisons
I’m having plenty motion, you ain’t having none
Think I understand why they hate me
Cause they ain’t me and they can’t be
This ain’t mediocrе this the big leagues
Ain’t nothing about mе basically, I done run big things (yea)

Hook: D Kist
When you get money, they gonna hate, let them hate
When you paid, you ain’t worried about shit
I’m a student of the game, me and you, we ain’t the same
You niggas watching from the bench
Yea I done ran them racks up
I ain’t going backwards
I do it for Grants, Franklins and Jacksons
I done ran them racks up, yea
I been ran them racks up, ran them racks up

Verse 2: Toosii
Really ran the max up
Pulling up in a black truck, a Tahoe
I got gang with me tryna get it bumping like a pothole
Cause when you up, all they want to do is hate
Got a million racks, put food up on the plate
Married to em now, still ride with 100 rounds
I’ll put a nigga in the downs
Still put a nigga on a shirt
I remember when we ain’t have shit
Now I ride around with a bad bitch
Mags extended out, feel like I finally broke a perky
This ain’t mediocre, this the big leagues
I put diamonds in a choker, I’m a 6 speed, yea
Ima face hit that ass with a Ben 10, that ass is a big league
In a gym full with a Glock, no other gym please
I get racks, don’t owe nobody
You broke nigga, you get money, don’t know nobody, yea
And it seems like when you up, they wanna be on your body
I swear I’m glad I got my own, I got it

Hook: D Kist
When you get money, they gonna hate, let them hate
When you paid, you ain’t worried about shit
I’m a student of the game, me and you, we ain’t the same
You niggas watching from the bench
Yea I done ran them racks up
I ain’t going backwards
I do it for Grants, Franklins and Jacksons
I done ran them racks up, yea
I been ran them racks up, ran them racks up