Get to the Racks - Young Dolph, Tony Hood

Wake up and get the the racks

I push my grind to the max

Ain’t got no time to relax

Everyday I spend

Gotta get it back

Bitch, I’m just stating the facts

World ain’t gon' cut you no slack

Better go find you a sack

Catch me in the motherfucking trap

Money all on my mind

I can’t even recline

I’m perfecting my grind

You ain’t get into it

You are not my kind

6 cellphones ringing

Early, early in the morning

Birds just started chirping

Nerves just started working (Yeah)

FedEx drop off the pack

Got my hoe waiting on that

Sit back and smoke me some wax

When it touch down, know I’m finna tax

I let her come to the trap

She blow me just like a sax

Then I let her go shop at Sax

My lifestyle, your Cinemax

Trapping in front of the barbershop

Trapping in front of the coffee spot

Trapping in front of the China Wok

Don’t make no difference, I get the guap

Ain’t no chill, 'til I’m way up

Making plays, busting lay-ups

All I know is get my cake up

I get to the racks when I wake up (Yeah)

Wake up and get the the racks

I push my grind to the max

Ain’t got no time to relax

Everyday I spend

Gotta get it back

Bitch, I’m just stating the facts

World ain’t gon' cut you no slack

Better go find you a sack

Catch me in the motherfucking trap

Catch me in the trap where we dumping on

We shooting at niggas or we shooting crack

We been getting money

You know that perhaps

You know what it is, you know where we at

Just pull up at the spot

You looking for threats

If I ain’t got it, then my nigga do

In the trap rocking thousand-dollar tennis shoes

Every man for they-self

Ain’t no motherfucking rules

Trap house full of damn fools

Twenty niggas in this bitch servin'

Stupid ass old school in the front yard

I call that motherfucker Judas Irving

Hell yeah, boy we getting it on

Getting them in, and we getting them gone

Drilled yo bitch for just thirty minutes

And sent her home, bitch I’m gone

Bitch be gone

Smoke these bitches all night long

I got a pint, what you drinking on?

Drop a in a

The niggas these bitches be fightin over

The niggas these bitches be fightin over, yeah

The niggas these bitches be fightin over

In the foreign car with a tight motor

Wake up and get the the racks

I push my grind to the max

Ain’t got no time to relax

Everyday I spend

Gotta get it back

Bitch, I’m just stating the facts

World ain’t gon' cut you no slack

Better go find you a sack

Catch me in the motherfucking trap