Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin' (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Watch how I blow a million
Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)
All of my whips came tinted
None of my cars ain't rented, ooh, uh (Woah)
Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay)
This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers they say Supreme (Supremе)
She said [?] her pussy (Huh), my diamonds they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay)
I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh)
I got 10 guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (Bow, bow bow)
Red diamonds on me they ruby, suck on me don't give me cooties (Ooh, damn)
Go from the jets to the Jetski, your baby mama wan' sex me, uh (Come here)
She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashing Baguettes, uh (Wet)
Step on my bitch in Guiseppe's, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh, bow)
All my jewelry new security, dare a nigga try to test me (Huh, I dare you, ooh)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)
I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin' (Ooh)
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
She wanna fuck with Umbrella
But her friend ugly, I told her "Hold up, lil' fella"
When they send it, my cash extended
As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller
I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar
Lil' bitch calling me rude, hating all of my views
"Bitch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her
I hit that bitch with a wing
Fuck her in the bathroom, washing my dick in the sink
If it's a ting, it's a ting
Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doing my thing in the ring
I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link, after link, after link
I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships, I be lying 'bout fling, after fling, after fling, after-, hmm
