[Intro: Len Farii]
Yeah yeah yeah eh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, hey
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Len Farii]
I got them racks, yeah
I got them racks, yeah
I got them racks
I got them racks
I hit from the back, yeah
I hit from the back
I did it again
She cannot relax, yeah
I don't want her back
She just want a n***a that's movin' them packs, yeah
Ride 'round yo' block with no map
I keep that glocky on me
I ride 'round yo' block, you know that I'm strapped
I'm good in yo' hood and that's no cap
These n***as not really slidin', really slidin', no no
These n***as be cap that they slidin', they really be hidin', oh oh

[Verse 1: Len Farii]
My money tall like a tree
Yo' money on midget, yo' shit mini me
You n***as be pussy, are you kidding me?
And my Glock got a lazer, that bih got a beam
And my diamonds on water, a lake, no stream
And my glocky is glazed, no Krispy Kreme
Put that boy in a haze, no purple dream
See the way I be ballin', I feel like Kareem
Like, Abdul
You see my money, it's blue like azul
He thought he was gang, but he is not cool
He thought he was rojo gang, he not bool
I just left Chicago, don't play for the Bulls
Call lil' bro handy manny, cause' he keep the tools
These VVS diamonds, no pearls, no jewels
This big Farii island, I don't got no rules
He don't want no real smoke, you a Juul
They don't want no real smoke, they a vaper
I am your father, like I'm Darth Vader
She is not yours, n***a I'ma take her
Even if she was, I'ma still skate her
She know that I'm ballin', somethin' like a Laker
R.I.P Kobe, shout-out to the Laker
I'ma kill her ex-n***a, he a hater
Bitch I'm 'bout to glow, like a light-saber
[Chorus: Len Farii]
I got them racks, yeah
I got them racks, yeah
I got them racks
I got them racks
I hit from the back, yeah
I hit from the back
I did it again
She cannot relax, yeah
I don't want her back
She just want a n***a that's movin' them packs, yeah
Ride 'round yo' block with no map
I keep that glocky on me
I ride 'round yo' block, you know that I'm strapped
I'm good in yo' hood and that's no cap
These n***as not really slidin', really slidin', no no
These n***as be cap that they slidin', they really be hidin', oh oh

[Verse 2: LaSaint Go Krazy]
Yeah LaSaint
Rockin' that thirty on me, like I'm robbin' the bank
Got me a TEC
Young n***a ball like I'm Tracy, got forty on me like a Saint
White limousine
I feel like LeBron, yeah I'm chasin' a ring
Yeah I'm the best
Young n***a cold like a Rocket, I keep me a vest
Gang in this bitch and you know how we rockin' lil' Farii go harder than Baka and Test
Gang in this bitch and you know I got thirty on me when you lackin', I put you to test
Say bitch I feel like Jordan Bell
I go crazy with that watch and that Chanel
I keep it on me like Chanel
That Glock on my hip got a story, I think that it's ready to tell
N***as be dissin', I'm givin' 'em hell
N***as be dissin', I'm givin 'em hell
[Chorus: Len Farii]
I got them racks, yeah
I got them racks, yeah
I got them racks
I got them racks
I hit from the back, yeah
I hit from the back
I did it again
She cannot relax, yeah
I don't want her back
She just want a n***a that's movin' them packs, yeah
Ride 'round yo' block with no map
I keep that glocky on me
I ride 'round yo' block, you know that I'm strapped
I'm good in yo' hood and that's no cap
These n***as not really slidin', really slidin', no no
These n***as be cap that they slidin', they really be hidin', oh oh

[Outro: Len Farii]
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Hey
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