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Young Thug - Big Racks (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Symere Bysil Woods
Symere Bysil Woods
Songwriter

Lyrics

(I got some big racks right on me) (I got some big racks right on me) Uh (I got some big racks right on me) (I got some big racks right on me) (I got some big racks right on me) Yeah, no I'm not Jordan, but I am the GOAT (the GOAT) Diamonds, they wet like a boat (boat) Diamonds, they wet like a boat (yeah) Diamonds, they wet like a boat (whoo) No, I'm not Jordan, but I am the GOAT (Lil Uzi) Diamonds, they wet like a boat (Lil Uzi) Diamonds, they wet like a boat (boat) Diamonds, they wet like a boat (yeah) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (ah) I keep them big racks right on me I got them big racks right on me (they on me) I stack them big racks right on me (they on me) I got them big racks right on me (yee) Big racks right on me (what?) I keep them big racks right on me (yee, yee) Skinnies right on me (what?) Still got them big racks right on me (yee, yee) I got them big racks right on me (sheesh) I got them big racks right on me (yeah, 808 Mafia) I got them big racks right on me (yeah) I got them big racks right on me (right on me) I keep some big racks right on me (racks) I keep some nats right up on me (skrt) I keep that pack right up on me (ah) I keep that gat right up on me (ah!) Pussy nigga, back it up Chiraq, shootout, me and Court (whoa) Hit me one time in my stomach (whoa) Purple leakin' out my gut (racks) Fuck your bitch, I don't give a fuck We get stoned 'til we throw up (uh) I'm livin' life like the Jeffersons (whoo) Bible scriptures on my chest and shit (whoo) My pockets swole, Nutty Professor it (whoa) If it came 'cross my table, we dealt with it (whoa) I need me at least two like I'm steppin' it (two) I'm so bool that these bitches acceptin' it (slatt) I got bitches that been known the bando (what?) I'll show niggas that's with it, no blindfold (whoo) We the monsters, we slime, we not kind folk (ah) We so cool with the dope, we want molto (ah) I know reds, I know blue, but no popo (what?) I want ice on my teeth, but no Coco (bling) When I fuck her, I perform the Yoko (huh) I pull up with gang members, no solo (ah) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (ah) I keep them big racks right on me I got them big racks right on me (they on me) I stack them big racks right on me (they on me) I got them big racks right on me (yee) Big racks right on me (what?) I keep them big racks right on me (yee, yee) Skinnies right on me (what?) Still got them big racks right on me (yee, yee) I got them big racks right on me (sheesh) I got them big racks right on me (yeah, 808 Mafia) I got them big racks right on me (yeah) I got them big racks right on me YSL, Hercules, Hercules (yee) I hide my dope and my coke in trees (yee) Stickin' your bitch like a porky-p (yee) I rock that white while she snort a G Finger-licking, nigga, quarter key (what?) Your money small, I call it shorter G's (what?) She up and down on it repeatedly (whoo) I fuck her hard, don't accept apologies (yee) Baby gurgle (yeah), color purple (yeah) Dick need nursin' (yeah), gotta burp her (yeah) 40 pistol, nigga lurkin' Top Shotta, kill my nigga (yeah) Never heard of (ah), get to murkin' (what?) Closed curtains (ah), no outburstin' (what?) We real killers, not no crowd burstin' (whoo) Syke, bitch, I'm shootin' every person (whoa) Catalyst, cata-wrists Rabbit shit, fuck your mix (what?) I'm the shit, she the shit (huh) 40,000, she's a Birkin bitch (what?) Lookin', smellin', talkin', walkin' bricks (whoo) A capella, still, I walk the shit (whoo) Moonrock come from Cali, cough and shit R.I.P to Paul Walker, shit (ah) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (yee) I got some big racks right on me (ah) I keep them big racks right on me I got them big racks right on me (they on me) I stack them big racks right on me (they on me) I got them big racks right on me (yee) Big racks right on me (what?) I keep them big racks right on me (yee, yee) Skinnies right on me (what?) Still got them big racks right on me (yee, yee) I got them big racks right on me (sheesh) I got them big racks right on me (yeah, 808 Mafia) I got them big racks right on me (yeah) I got them big racks right on me (right on me) I got them big racks right on me, hey I got them big racks right on me I got them big racks right on me, hey I got them big racks right on me I got them big racks right on me, hey I got them big racks right on me I got them big racks right on me, hey, yeah
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