[Intro]
Austin On Tha Track
Bitch I'm really wid that
Hey
Hey what
Bitch
Look

[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I run up them racks, flippin' these packs
Trappin' and rappin'
You [?] bitch
You kissing that hoe
[a pistol?] in my lap I'm bound to paint
I fuck with the drank
I be in the lab
N***a don't try me
I'm uppin the MAC
You can catch one to your head
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap
N***a, I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap

[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
Run up them racks, flippin' these packs, I be in the trap
If you try to jack, [?] through his back, blow yo shit off the map
I'm always switching my phones, 'cause I don't want my shit tapped
If you ain't [?] yo ass, I don't fuck with no rats
All of my n***as don't rap, I teach 'em to trap, just so they can get racks
Take all my show money and I go get all packs, so they can flip back to back
Talking funny, n***a never hit my line, never answer or never hit you back
Never hate on me about a bitch, 'cause I got enough and I'm hittin' that
Yeah
I'm gettin' that
She throw it back
I'm into that
Gotta smash the gas
She only fuck with me just cause I got a bag
And I only fuck with her just 'cause she got that ass
I'm pushin' [?]
Ain't no [?]
I been rockin' designer, and never keep the tags
Just a young n***a, 22, you know I get them bands
Don't like hittin' yo bitch, I just like gettin' head
[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I run up them racks, flippin' these packs
Trappin' and rappin'
You [?] bitch
You kissing that hoe
[a pistol?] in my lap I'm bound to paint
I fuck with the drank
I be in the lab
N***a don't try me
I'm uppin the MAC
You can catch one to your head
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap
N***a, I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
[LYRICS UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
I run up them racks, flippin' these packs
Trappin' and rappin'
You [?] bitch
You kissing that hoe
[a pistol?] in my lap I'm bound to paint
I fuck with the drank
I be in the lab
N***a don't try me
I'm uppin the MAC
You can catch one to your head
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap
N***a, I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm flippin' these packs
I run up them racks, I run up them racks, I'm trappin' off rap