Racks to the Ceiling

Ooh Jetski, brr Bitch (Oh my God, Ronny) Racks all the way to the ceiling (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fuck 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 fuck how you feelin', ooh (ooh) Watch how I blow through a million Dive in the p***y, esskeetit, ooh (yeah) All of my whips came tinted None of my cars ain't rented, ooh, uh (woah) Balmain and Celine (yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (okay) This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers they say Supreme (Supreme) She said, "Tussie, not p***y" (huh), my diamonds they wet like jacuzzi, yeah (okay) I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (ooh) I got ten guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (bow, bow, bow) Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties (ooh, damn) Go from the jets to the jetski, your baby mama wan' s*x me, uh (come here) She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashing baguettes, uh (wet) Step on my bitch in Guiseppe's, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (huh, bow) All my jewelry new security, dare a nigga try to test me (huh, I dare you, ooh) Racks all the way to the ceiling (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling (yeah) I give no fuck 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 fuck how you feelin' (ooh) She wanna fuck with umbrella But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella" When they send it, my cash extended As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar Lil' bitch calling me rude, hating all of my views "Bitch, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her I hit that bitch with a wing Fuck her in the bathroom, washing my dick in the sink If it's a ting, it's a ting Bobbin' and weavin' that p***y and doing 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 lying 'bout fling, after fling, after fling, after fling Wearing 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? Touching way too much cash for me to care 'bout Still, I'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AR 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 no fuck 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 no fuck how you feelin', ooh --- Racks to the Ceiling - Tory Lanez, Lil Pump and Ronny J