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racks in (studio session) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
oh*oh, oh, oh*oh
racks in
racks in
uh, yeah, uh, one (racks in)
i’ma try to one take this b*tch, uh, uh (gang, gang)
let’s go, huh

[chorus]
uh, racks off (let’s go, racks off)
uh, racks in (racks in)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (about ten, yeah)
racks off (uh)
uh, cha*ching, racks in (racks in)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (about ten, yeah)
uh, new b*tch, uh, uh, new benz (uh, uh)
uh, left her old friends, got some new friends (bye)
guess what i did, i f*cked on her new friends (what else?)
guess where i did it, in the back of my benz (for real), ha, ha, ha, ha
[verse 1]
chopper go gra gra, got money like yeah, yeah
shout to them k!llers over eastbound or rock block
swervo i’ma win my ten bands back, just watch
f*ck it though it’s fifty in my pocket (uh)
a hunnid in my wallet (yeah)
run up on me then i’ll pop it (grrah)
your b*tch on my line, i just might take her shoppin’
oops, i ain’t buyin’ nothin’ (haha)
yeah, but she could watch me, buy a whole new closet
elliate and johnny dang, i ain’t with the icebox rocks (gling)
n*gga we got h*lla range, you know it’s a beam on the glock
i done been through h*lla things, i ain’t goin’ back, no, no
they call me a big shot, i make more than your job
n*gga you suck like bl*wj*b
your ho give me a bl*wj*b
they heard your sh*t, they said it’s weak but juice wrld sh*t go so hard
yeah, try me if you want, 150 in your lungs
homie if you want, n*gga, we bear armed

[chorus]
uh, racks off (let’s go)
uh, racks in (let’s go)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (uh, ya dig?)
racks off (uh)
uh, cha*ching, racks in (let’s go)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (yeah)
uh, new b*tch, uh, uh, new benz (skrrt, skrrt)
uh, left her old friends, got some new friends (bye)
guess what i did, i f*cked on her new friends (what else?)
guess where i did it, in the back of my benz (for real), ha, ha, ha, ha

[verse 3]
that b*tch come over, she ain’t comin’ sober
.40 do ’em like some hole, like in my pants no b*n*r
n*ggas talk sh*t, they don’t know me though
i ball like kobe, woah
gun sing like drake, [?] that sh*t [?] (yeah)
uh, uh, uh
i be with them rowdy ass n*ggas on the low
i’m on the [?]
lil’ n*gga, my cash is clouty
i smoke, my life too loudy (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
you can’t turn me down, please (racks in, grrah, grrah, grrah, cha*ching)
catch me in the a with pluto (catch me in the a with pluto)
kickin’ sh*t, they call me judo (kickin’ sh*t, they call me judo, ya’ dig?)
pull up with my choppa, you know (pull up with my choppa, you know, gang, gang, gang, b*tch)
please, don’t be a superhero (please, don’t be a superher, for real, for real)
love it when your b*tch f*ck me right (gang, gang)
so i know you hate it when you kiss her at night (gang, gang, haha)
[chorus]
uh, racks off (let’s go)
uh, racks in (let’s go)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (uh, ya dig?)
racks off (uh)
uh, cha*ching, racks in (let’s go)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (yeah)
uh, new b*tch, uh, uh, new benz (skrrt, skrrt)
uh, left her old friends, got some new friends (bye)
guess what i did, i f*cked on her new friends (what else?)
guess where i did it, in the back of my benz (for real), ha, ha, ha, ha

- juice wrld lyrics

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