Yo Gotti - I Got Dat Sack (Got Dem Racks)

Bitch I'm sacked up
Bitch I'm racked up
Bitch I'm stacked up

('Cause I'm a drummer)

Quiet, quiet, quiet

I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
Niggas know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine
Know I'm hittin' that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried to search a nigga
But we comin' through the back
See them sparklers in the air?
You know them bottles on the way
CMG takin over mane
That's all the DJ play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
Gripping on her ass, niggas say I'm disrespectful
I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected 'em
If I'm wanted then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me
Niggas shot at me and missed
Oh know the lord blessed him
I sell dope, I fuck hoes and make songs 'bout the shit
I rob niggas for they work and don't feel wrong 'bout the shit
You a pussy ass nigga, you dont belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Niggas standin' on the couches, throwin' signs in the club
V.I.P. Bitch I dont wait in line at the club
It's a photoshoot, feds takin pictures in this bitch
I'm a nice guy, buyin' bitches liquor in this bitch
Got my fam with me, plus my nigga Zilla in this bitch
I don't give a fuck I'm back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin' "Thug Life", Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesota Twins, bitch I'm on my two Glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feet in cement bricks
Ew she nasty, she just had a semen dish
She suck the skin off the dick you should've seen this bitch
They say I'm nasty, I think I'ma claim this bitch
Shawty suck it so good, think I'ma claim this bitch
Sike! She not the type to be a wife
She get a pass, just for the night

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, sacks
Man you know I got it

Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, racks, sacks, sacks
Racks, sacks
Bitch you know I got it

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Yea, aye
You hear me my niggas
Go and get me that motherfuckin' guap
You know what I'm sayin'
Livin' life 'til death
Strapped up
You know what I'm sayin'
Samshing on pussies
Knockin' bad bitches y'hear
You see me
Nigga I'm banded up nigga
Choppas on deck nigga
White on white everything pussy
Ain't shit changed nigga
For what?

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin' hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, Niggas know I got that sack

Written by:
Mario Sentell Giden, Michael Smith

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