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Young Thug - Lets Go Fat Racks Lyrics

[Intro]
I, I caught myself stuntin' on these niggas
Then I realized you never had nothin'
(808 Mafia)
Feelin' like I [?]

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, daddy fat sacks
Big back like a fat cat
Money long like giraffe necks
I got fat racks
Put the twenties in the nap sack
Make her do backflips
Put the hundreds in the gym clips
I'll bring smoke right to your street, and I'll break your shit
You'll think it was a booty call, they pull up late night just to hit
I need a napkin for this Rolex on my wrist
Soon I allow her she come on and pop her shit (Yeah, hold on)

[Verse 1]
She drop it, she drop it, she pop it, she work on the dick
She go slow, oh, oh, tryna be my bitch
Yeah, I spoiled the girl but I could never call this girl
Bitch, you star-struck, this Ac', not Starbucks
Double seal, it's on cut, lil' shawty got a bubble butt
These rap niggas copy us, gettin' head from poo-putt
Cuban link with a crew cut, you need my crew but
I was steerin' my cruise ship, pourin' red in a Root Beer
I pimp that, I got hoes, fuck hoes, got money
Big diamonds, forty pointers
Eighty pointers, two karats, one karat in the hair
Hundred-fifty on my neck, Elliante leave 'em dead
Big racks on right now, bitch, I'm lit, let's go
'Nother hundred racks to my clique, lil' bitch, let's go
I got gold on my motherfuckin' fist, I'm lit, let's go
Ten-thousand dollar toe ring, I'm on my shit, lil' bitch, let's go
Come through, turn a thottie to a bitch or I’m gone
Ankle bracelet make me kick my shit, Hong Kong
Hold up, catch my shit and then I'm gone
Better know how to suck a dick or I'm gone
[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah, daddy fat sacks
Big back like a fat cat
Money long like giraffe necks
I got fat racks
Put the twenties in the nap sack
Make her do backflips
Put the hundreds in the gym clips
I'll bring smoke right to your street, and I'll break your shit
You'll think it was a booty call, they pull up late night just to hit
I need a napkin for this Rolex on my wrist
Soon I allow her she come on and pop her shit

[Verse 2]
Five-hundred racks, I don't need no more change
Hundred-seventy-thousand on my teeth, I can't use Colgate
Quarter mill' to my lawyer, ain't got no court case
Everybody watch my life because it's 4K, yeah
Question for the slime, did you really pay? Yeah
Did you mix that Actavis and Gatorade? Yeah
Is you tired of knick-knack with all your ladies? Nah
Is you callin' the next man the greatest? Hell nah
Is you pillow talkin' with these strays? Hell nah
Do you remember walkin' back in the days? Nah
Them Gucci shades? Yeah
You remember throwing shade? Hell nah
You were drinkin' lemonade (Yeah), 'fore Beyoncé? Oh yeah
[Outro]
I pimp that, I got hoes, fuck hoes, got money
Big diamonds, forty pointers
Eighty pointers, two karats, one karat in the hair
One-fifty on my neck, Elliante leave 'em dead
Big racks on right now, bitch, I'm lit, let's go
'Nother hundred racks to my clique, lil' bitch, let's go
I got gold on my motherfuckin' fist, I'm lit, let's go
Ten-thousand dollar toe ring, I'm on my shit, lil' bitch, let's go
Come through, turn a thottie to a bitch or I’m gone
Ankle bracelet make me kick my shit, Hong Kong
Hold up, catch my shit and then I'm gone
Better know how to suck a dick or I'm gone