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Lyrics Racks 2 Skinny – Migos

I cop me a coupe and I hop in it
He claimin’ the game but he not in it
That Birkin bag came with the fire in it
He told you a rap with lie in it

He got some new jewels, he flexin’ his ice
He prayin’ to God he don’t die in it
Let me take em’ back to the bando in the Nawf
Don’t you remind me
I try to stay low, but I shine so bright
So it be hard not to find me
These rainbow diamonds up in that Rollie
No, this not no regular time piece

Come place your order, gon’ cost you a quarter
And there’s a fee to stand beside me
God forbid, if somebody try me
I’m turnin’ this s**t to a crime scene

Grab a cig and put up the kid
The mini Draco in the arm sling
And ain’t no jumpin’ or switchin’ no side
When I let it sing, the bell ring
Please don’t judge me just ’cause of my cover
‘Cause you never seen what I seen
When the racks too skinny

I walk in the buh with my gun out
You don’t know what I know, ain’t seen what I seen
What the f**k they be talm ’bout
Damn, she stick on a bag and on this b**ch to clock out
I pulled the F&N out of my drawers
She thought I was pullin’ my cock out

If you touch one of us, we bust
Your lil’ bitty s**t get show down
You’re not one of us, I didn’t not trust ya then
Especially not now
Young n**ga come through spittin’ this swingin’ s**t
It’s a Nawfside playground
Yeah, zip ’em up, spray ground
We gon’, 85, Nawfbound

Yessir, it’s migo business
We divided the field like tennis
We shook up the trenches
Movin’ the tenants and still trappin’ in it
It’s a handout, fifty
I stack it up, double up, spend it

When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’

Dropped out of school
Kicked down the door, bust it down, now we full
Know ’bout the demin, the patches velour
I send ’em, they split ’em, don’t go back and forth
I got a stick, the b**ch take down a horse
Basketball season, the Wraith like a court
We get you split, get you put in a morgue
Big body mansion with basketball courts

Count a whole M up, my thumb was sore
Just look at this b**ch and I know I’ma score
Two hunnid cash with a mag in my drawer
I’m pullin’ strings like I play the guitar
Dracos and MACs we ready for war
We petty, we spend eνery day with them cut up machete
I spend a little lettuce, he sent to the medics
My money come steady, somebody die, only way I can dead it

I heard your money was sheddin’
We on the verge, worth hundreds of millions
They trick off your top and I took off my ceiling
Cash in the vault, I got more than a million
Ms in the bank, I don’t care ’bout a M
Play with the gang, we stay and we drill ’em
F**k it, we crash we villain
I’m in my bag and I’m hittin’

When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny
I can make some, squeeze a milli’
When the racks too skinny..
I can make some, squeeze a milli’..

Durel made the beat, I’ma rock with it…

➤ Written by DJ Durel, PVLACE, Quavo, Takeoff, Offset & Gunboi
Album: Migo Mondays
Produced by DJ Durel, PVLACE & Gunboi
Migos | 2020