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Rackie Fitness Lyrics[Intro]
(Paradigm)
Who?, yeah
(Yeah, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?)
Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, yeah, okay, let's go

[Chorus]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharing is caring (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines of that Karen (Bitch)
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (Bitch)
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear (Phew)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here

[Verse]
I'm so high off this Oxy, I bet I couldn't even steer (Woo)
I feel like I'm goin' sideways, where'd you—, where'd you get that molly?
I'ma put that Wock' up in my cup, don't put no Jolly (No)
Yeah, the way she riding dick just like you ride a trolley (Let's go)
I was in New York, two years ago, I was at Barney's
I had Wock' up in my cup, this shit so purple, just like Barney
Feel like Pluto, feel like Uzi when I'm talkin', brand new Marni
I had money on me, baby (Yeah)
So come, come get it off me (Hm)
I got these rackies on, come get it off me (Phew)
I can't talk about this shit, 'cause it's too federal (Shh)
I can't wait on a bitch, I got a schedule (True)
I'm on a race with the game, I'm way ahead of you
I always in that, been first place, come win this medal, boo (Come)
I can't believe these bitches drop it for a hunnid, dude (A hunnid)
She ate on my dick, say, "This taste good, just like some honeydew" (Go)
Go and get a bag, and you can see what all this money do

[Chorus]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharing is caring (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines of that Karen (Bitch)
I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (Bitch)
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear (Ooh)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here