[Intro] Yeah, yeah 2-17 on the track, man Lil Pump Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1: Lil Pump] Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh After that she didn't know how to act, ooh Back then I used to be quarterback Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac Want me fo' show, bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands I'm in the trap and I'm shippin' out hella packs (damn) Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh Been sellin' crack since the eighties, 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)
[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty] 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 Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Young rich nigga need a dick rub 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 shoe's 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 I'ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend Lil Boat, Lil Pump
[Chorus: 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, oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
