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Rack Stackin
1,390
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rack Stackin was released on April 24, 2015 by Street Money Worldwide / Street Execs as a part of the album Life of a Hot Boy 2: Real Trapper
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Release DateApril 24, 2015
LabelStreet Money Worldwide / Street Execs
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bankroll Fresh
Bankroll Fresh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trentavious Zamon White Sr.
Trentavious Zamon White Sr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D. Rich
D. Rich
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know I'm from the street?
Straight at 'em
[Verse 2]
Bakin' soda, water, splash it
Pack it, fuck it, cook it, baptist
Graduated, flip my tassel
Razor blade used to knock it
Rubber band, thousand, stack 'em
Roll another one and pass it
Gas bag, saran wrapped 'em
Get 'em in ya boy, I'll test him
Het it here, no wait, no hassle
We got Xanny bars and capsules
Went to Neiman, spit the gavel
Bloomingdales, Chanel, Apple
Jettin' on the latest Apple
See my diamond when I dapple
Dippin', dabbin', stupid swagger
Louie loafer, Gucci service
Bought my bitch some fendi sandals
Reggie drinkin' Fantas, chug it, can he want a sample
Bun number, nine camper
Police snatch me, but no answer
Bitch, I just raised my standards
Thirty thousand dollar gamble
Juggin' servin' through Atlanta
[Verse 3]
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
[Verse 4]
Vacuum seal 'em, bow blender
Beaker, fuck with the pressor, hit 'em
Double wrapped saran, send 'em
But my country man spent 'em
He bought eight of my ten, 'em
I got on Balmain denim
Ten grand for these instrumental
Point that shit right at your temple
Pussy boy, bitch, watch your temper
I can't hear what I lack, temper
I been rich since I remember
I done stashed 'em in the filler
I done crashed and wrecked the rental
Fuck it, paid an incidental
I stayed at the Ritz Carlton for the whole September
Saint Regis Bankroll greed and
How you doin' this evenin'
I got fifty on me, easy
All these bitches, that's sleazy
All these **** jury cheesy
Rap back, ****, make believin'
I'm on twenty and I'm weavin'
'Cause she's suckin' and I'm skeetin'
[Verse 5]
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Take them racks and stack it
Written by: Trentavious Zamon White Sr.
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