[Lyrics] Young Thug – Boy Back (Ft NAV) Lyrics

Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I’m back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I’m proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don’t know where I started at
I can’t take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin’ when I shift (skrrt)
It’s clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Tattoos under my sleeve (yeah)
Got nigga old girl on her knees (yeah)
I spent a hundred thousand dollars on trees (and what?)
I spent a whole ‘nother hundred on tees (woo)
She got hair all down to her knees
Now I call her Maybelline (no cap)
I got a cougar bitch in my driveway
Tryna make a nigga pay her lease (swear)
Trap, trappin’, trappin’
Whole lot of bales and bricks, Ikea
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I just been sippin’ on lean, they don’t see us
I would never trap
I was tryna rob him and his dealer
Never goin’ back
Switchin’ my shit like Ron Artest (switch it up)
Rickity-rack-rack-racks
Throwin’ off the Maybach hatch-hatch-hatch
I’ve been on set-set-set
Throw it down the field, no crack back-back, ooh
Ran up my sack-sack-sack
I done went and bought all the set-set-sets (slatt)
Duck tape the patch-patch-patch (slatt)
Three-hundred horse on the Cadillac, whoa
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I’m back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I’m proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don’t know where I started at
I can’t take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin’ when I shift (skrrt)
It’s clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Rackin’ up Krispy Cream
Every day I wear crispy tee
I know you ain’t gettin’ no cheese
Your shoe tongue ain’t got no C’s
All my diamonds cold, on freeze
Got designer A to Z
I know B’s and I know C’s
Make your bitch fall in love with a G
Now I don’t wanna wear no J’s
Pointers in the Cartiers on my face
Stackin’ up for my future
Came up livin’ day to day
Should I buy a new watch? I just made a hundred racks today
Gucci my tube socks, I got a different pair for every day
I can’t get no sleep, I got some habits I gotta kick
I been drippin’ all week, minimum three thousand on my ‘fit
When you work for a boss like me, there’s lots of advantages
In my wildest dreams, I don’t think that I could imagine this
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I’m back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I’m proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don’t know where I started at
I can’t take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin’ when I shift (skrrt)
It’s clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release