Rack in My Sleep (feat. 88GLAM) - NAV & Lil Baby

Ay, y'all not even ready Me and Merk, we got another one coming Some real shit, lock the fuck in Yeah, yeah (C-Lance) I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets No, no, no, no Disappear like vámonos Watch 'em all fall like dominoes You could all get it like a common cold I'm a leprechaun looking for the pot of gold I remember them Walmart clothes Now I wanna come to drip 'cause the closet full Never graduated on honor roll I just planted a seed and I watched it grow And I know that they mad at my progress But just wait 'til they see what I got next If it's me versus you, there's no contest This whole time you've been missing the concept And I know that you wanna trade places I'm living rent-free in your head on vacation Same team, day one, same faces Same dream, same love, ain't changing And I know they rely on me So anything that they buy's on me I gotta make sure that my girls can eat Gotta fly and proud what the fortune bring I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets No, no, no, no Going round with the stick on me since '05, been a big homie From the 64 to the Lambo doors, when I slide, shit get on Gangster shit, that's me, probably die in it, on me Shoulda been dead, all the shit I did, how the fuck I make it to a OG? Quarter ounce to a oz, weekend strips, OT Back and forth, fight to ten, swimming in the Henn, riding low key Yeah, I smile 'cause I love life, strapped up, still thug life Rap shit only half baked, still in the mud, getting the plug right, yeah Small crime like you know best shit That Dr. Dre, that Snoop Dogg, that pull up on us on the West shit And you know we riding, you know we rolling, you know we holding New Ferrari on PCH, strapped up in slow motion I'm in a Lambo with the doors open Fuck twelve, I ain't gotta close 'em Like a signed show in East Oakland I'ma spend this shit, just keep smoking Yeah, I gotta live my life We only live one time, we ain't coming back, do this shit right I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets No, no, no, no

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)