Lil Pump & Tory Lanez - Racks To The Ceiling Lyrics

Racks To The Ceiling Lyrics by Lil Pump is a Latest English song sung by Rapper Lil Pump featuring Tory Lanez. Lyrics of this song are written by Ronny J, Lil Pump & Tory Lanez and music produced by Ronny J. 

Racks To The Ceiling Lyrics

Ooh

Jetski, brr

B*tch

(Oh my God, Ronny)

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 f*ck 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 f*ck how you feelin', ooh

Watch how I blow through a million

Dive in the p*ssy, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)

All of my whips came tinted

None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (Woah), uh

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, "Tussie, not p*ssy" (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 ten guns at my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (Baow, baow-baow)

Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh (Ooh, damn)

Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' s*x me, uh (Come here)

She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (Uh, wet)

Step on my b*tch in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh? Baow)

All my jewelry, no security, dare a n*gga try to test me (Huh? I dare you, ooh)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)

I give a f*ck 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 f*ck how you feelin'

She wanna f*ck with Umbrella

But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella"

Windex scented, my cash extended

As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller

I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar

Lil' b*rch callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views

"B*tch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her

I hit that b*tch with a wink

F*ck her in the bathroom, washin' my d*ck in the sink

If it's a ting, it's a ting

Bobbin' and weavin' that p*ssy and doin' 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 lyin' 'bout fling after fling after fling after f-, hmm

Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse

How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?

Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout

Still'll come kill a n*gga 'bout my payout

These n*ggas talkin' hot, I feel like A.I. with the shot

I let the AR come and air out, woo

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory)

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

(Lil' Tory)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a f*ck how you feelin', ooh (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 f*ck how you feelin' (Ooh)

Song Details

Singer : Lil Pump, Tory Lanez

Lyrics : Tory Lanez, Ronny J, Lil Pump

Music : Ronny J

Label : The Lights Global