Lil Pump, Ronny J, Tory Lanez - Racks to the Ceiling

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 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 a million

Dive in the pussy, 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 [?] her pussy (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 10 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' sex 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