Video Racks de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Racks Lyrics

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[Intro]
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
On my tour bus, I really need some Percs, especially
Some, some, some
Some, some, some, some, some, some (Bitch)
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
Huh? Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Everyday chasin' the racks (Oh yeah)
They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq (Oh yeah)
Guaranteein' I came up on a sack (Uh-huh)
Now everybody wanna pat me on the back, yeah (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna tell me congrats, yeah (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta do all that, yeah (Uh-huh)
You weren't with me in the trap, yeah (Uh-huh)
My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula (Uh)
Look at my bank account, shit is gargantuan (Uh-huh)
I'm not from this planet, I feel like a Namekian (Uh-huh)
Your nigga a dummy, he just like a mannequin (Uh-huh)
I'm fresh to death, bitch, I feel like a mannequin (Uh)
Havoc come, savages causin' insanity (Uh)
If you fuck with my friends or my girl or my momma
I'm putting a hit on your whole fuckin' family (Uh, uh)
Put both of my wrists on freezer, hard to believe like Black Jesus, uh (Okay)
I got a choppa to send you to Hell like you just slapped Jesus, uh
And you came out the crack of an asshole, shit, you ain't nothing but a pile of feces, uh
I don't need Jesus pieces, uh, just hoes, Reeses' pieces, uh
Haha, I'm a funny ass nigga, ain't I? (Yeah)
Picasso on the beat, I'ma draw like a painter
Now she giving me brain, pop out her retainer (Yeah)
If she ever take it out, cum on her retainer
Smith and Wesson 500, feel like a lone ranger
Momma told me, "Never talk to strangers" (Uh-huh)
I look in the mirror and talk to a stranger (Uh)
I keep my hoes in cages (Yeah)
But I ain't R. Kelly, she told me her cage was amazin' (Oh yeah)
Life is a book, it's crazy (Uh-huh)
I get richer every single time that I'm turnin' the pages (Uh-huh)
Niggas be fake and shady
Gotta watch, them niggas gettin' fucked over by they homies on the daily
And nobody believed I could do it, but Bailey
AKA Christopher McMillan call me the greatest
Saint Laurent Coat is chinchilla, dressed in the latest
I'm a mo'fuckin' gorilla, I'm on my ape shit
I was listening to Spinrila, prayin' I make it
Shit gettin' too real, I'ma musical drug dealer
Make a fuck nigga see the crossroads, I'm a Bone Thug nigga (Uh-huh)
No love, shot it, twelve slugs (Uh-uh), stone-cold killer (Yeah)
A lot of hoes only fuck and say I love 'em
My dick Pinocchio with her (Yeah)
Hood kid, better than the Louis V on the denim
They know me overseas, doper than a coke king (Uh)
Moncler, Dior, Gucci, plus more, nigga, I'm the coat king (Mm-mm)
Momma told me to...
[Outro]
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(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
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CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY