Rackies Lyrics – Sexyy Red

Read the full Rackies lyrics by Sexyy Red from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore Hood Bitch 2 and Cut Like Us (Blood Sustaz), two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro: S*xyy Red & DJ Holiday]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (The realest is back)
Them rackies on me (Holiday season)
I got them rackies on me (S*xyy Red)
Them rackies on me (This that newest (??), newest Trappa s*it straight out the pot)
Them rackies on me (S*xyy, girl)
Them rackies on me (Oh, S*xyy, you kicking)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
B!tch, I got them rackies (Holiday Season)
(Let’s run them rackies up)

B!tch, I get them racks (It’s S*xyy)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy)
B!tch, I get them racks (Yeah, let’s go)
B!tch, I got them rackies (Huh)
B!tch, I get them racks (Baow)
B!tch, I get them racks (Baow)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy, girls; baow, baow, baow, baow)
B!tch, I get them racks

[Verse 1: S*xyy Red]
Hu-hundreds in my stack, yeah, this a beaucoup rack (Damn)
I might spoil a n!gga (Ooh), he-he ain’t used to that (No)
Gucci on my ass, I used to be broke (S*xyy)
No-now I got some motion, buy the whole store (Damn)
Pre-pretty-ass b!tch, I got more motion than you (On Blood)
Northside shorty, ramen noodles for dinner (Northside)
Li-like a IG post how I dump on you n!ggas (Pow, pow)
Yo’ b!tch purse empty, come and fu*k with a winner (It’s S*xyy)
It’s S*xyy, you know it (You know it)
I’m geeked, my eyes show it, yeah
My b!tches turnt, throwing it (Throwing, baow, baow)
I got them bands, blowing it, yeah
I’m popping bottles, pouring it
I-I-I-I’m in that mode (Okay, S*xyy Red)

I’m s*itting on these hoes, yeah
Can’t no b!tch say I’m broke (B!tch)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
B!tch, I got them rackies
B!tch, I get them racks (You know it)
B!tch, I get them racks (It’s on me)
B!tch, I get them racks (It’s on me)
B!tch, I get them racks (Uh, S*xyy)
B!tch, I got them rackies (Uh)
B!tch, I get them racks (Baow)
B!tch, I get them racks (Baow)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy, girls; baow, baow, baow, baow)
B!tch, I get them racks

[Verse 2: S*xyy Red]
Uh, yeah, I-I just got a pack (Damn)
Running with that s*it like a running back
E-e-everybody and they momma know I get them racks (You know it)
I-I go crazy ’bout that money, better no play with that (Ayy, it’s S*xyy)
A-and I heard that these b!tches dissing in they raps (The fu*k?)
Ain’t nobody even heard that s*it, that s*it was wack (It was ass)
Ain’t gotta drive, I’m booling, chilling, smoking in the back (Nyoom)
They still alive, but I’m smoking on these b!tches’ pack (This s*it some gas)
Fifty on the right (Blick), fi-fifty on the left (Blicky)
I’m just a bad b!tch, I gotta spoil myself (You know it)
I know I do the most (On Blood), I think I need some help
I got them racks on me (Ah-yeah), so I keep a gun

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
B!tch, I got them rackies
B!tch, I get them racks (It’s S*xyy)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy)
B!tch, I get them racks (Yeah, let’s go)
B!tch, I got them rackies (Uh)
B!tch, I get them racks (Baow)
B!tch, I get them racks (Baow)
B!tch, I get them racks (S*xyy, girls; baow, baow, baow, baow)
B!tch, I get them racks