Look Ma I Did It Lyrics
[Intro: Baby Racks & Gucci Mane]
Hold on, hold on, alright
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Baby Racks, Baby Racks
Baby Racks
Racks
Long money Wop
I'm loaded, Baby Racks
Loaded
(Honcho on the beat, bitch)
Go
I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin'
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
It's Gucci
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Yeah)
Go
[Chorus: Baby Racks]
I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin'
I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (Yeah)
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out (Nah)
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)
I don't know what that's 'bout
I keep them bands in a drought (Bands)
They comin' in, comin' out (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Baby Racks]
Bitch, I look like I'm a dollar sign
You don't see that, then you colorblind
I get the monеy ahead of time
Thesе niggas green like a dandelion
Play with my money, get penalized
These niggas poppin' on Facebook Live
We used to go in on three-fives
I can go snatch my own P now
Your bitch get snatched like a rebound
Don't got no time for no handouts
I'm the one you shouldn't play 'round
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I been a boss, this ain't overnight
High as a Delta flight
Hundreds be older than Betty White
Diamonds be shinin' like city lights
Playin' with sticks like it's Fisher-Price
This shit get scary like poltergeist
Baby Racks, yeah, that's my copyright
Pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight
Say he want smoke, then it's on sight
We just gon' pop up with no invite
Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter
Got stripes like Adidas
These niggas be singin' like Keisha
I need me a bitch just like Gina
I'm selfish as f*ck, I keep buyin' two-seaters
I'ma just f*ck on her, you can still keep her
I'm sellin' dope like it's legal
Might just go get a white beamer
Havin' more spots than a cheetah
Drop a deuce, that's that Regeta (Yeah)
[Chorus: Baby Racks & Gucci Mane]
I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin'
I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Yeah)
I don't know what that's 'bout (Nah)
I keep them bands in a drought
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