Racks in the Middle (feat. Roddy Ricch and Hit-Boy)

Hit-Boy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Trap Adix

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

I was ridin' round in the V12 with the racks in the middle

I was ridin' round in the V12 with the racks in the middle

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay

I was ridin' round in the V12 with the racks in the middle

Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel

When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit

I've been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches

Young **** been focused on my check, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Got a new coupe wrapped round my neck, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Tryna put the water on my Patek, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

I got killers to the left of me, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

We was lurkin' on her, ain't show no mercy on her

We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on her

It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us

We know you always crash and burn, but it was workin' for us

Limo tint to V12, double-check the details

Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's or I can't sleep well

Millions off of retail, once again I prevail

Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my pre-sale

Hold up, let the beat build

See me in the street still

I've been fightin' battles up a steep hill

They gave my road dawg twelve, it was a sweet deal

And I've been ridin' solo tryna rebuild, look

I was ridin' round in the V12 with the racks in the middle

Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel

When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit

I've been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches

Young **** been focused on my check, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Got a new coupe wrapped round my neck, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Tryna put the water on my Patek, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

I got killers to the left of me, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Yeah, look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin'

Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur-driven

If they catch me wit' it, gon' send me off to prison

Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness

Engine in the Lambo drownin' out the music

Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans

Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish

Closin' escrow twice this month, both commercial units

Damn, I wish my **** Fatts was here

How you die thirty-somethin' after bangin' all them years?

Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears

All this money, power, fame, and I can't make you reappear

But I don't wipe 'em, though

We just embrace the only life we know

If it was me, I'd tell you, "****, live your life and grow"

I'd tell you, finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?

And gas the V12 to the pipe and smoke

I was ridin' round in the V12 with the racks in the middle

Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel

When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit

I've been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches

Young **** been focused on my check, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Got a new coupe wrapped round my neck, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Tryna put the water on my Patek, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

I got killers to the left of me, mhmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit

See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget

Next day we flew to Vegas with my Puma connects

We break bread, we ain't new to success

Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps

Cold game, but I knew it was chess

As a youth in the set

Learn the game, you a student at best

But it's a couple things you can expect

Look, just like money know money, ****, shooters respect

Other shooters, we was both, don't want my crew on your neck

I'm on a freeway in the drop, they got me losin' my breath

I do the dash with the blues on the deck