Letra de Young Boyz Move Ya Racks

[Verse 1: Randy]
Randy Dr. Doofenshmirtz boy I keep the tech
She ain't from this hoodie, but she throw my crew neck
My pockets looking fat 2004 Josh Peck
Yeah I feel like Unk, hit the club and two step
X-man with the laser yeah Randy Cyclops
Louis bag full of gas, lil' bitch come shop
Splashing on your bitch, yeah Randy bellyflop
Fuck the police, boy I got that ice
If she water turn nice, cause I'm Randy fucking Christ
I'm on these shrooms, what you tripping? what you capping for?
This bitch, this dope, this lean, this the shit that you can't afford
Yeah I'm on my, high but my shirt be a horse
You was married to the money but you went and got divorced
[Chorus: Larry & Randy]
Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? (How you fucking do that?)
Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf
Move fast but make sure you got your bag
Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped
Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself?
Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf
Move fast but make sure you got your bag
Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped
[Verse 2: Larry]
He hid the drop inside the case, I told him drop that fucking case (Please)
This one for the fam who caught a case or got erased
He be getting fast money, cause he think this shit a race
I'm faded on Rodeo Drive, went too dumb in Hermes
Squares, stars, and diamonds, it's a lot of damn shapes
Bitch stay trying to be the one that I remember when I make it
Pipe down, I stay with the latest
Keep that, it ain't got no flavor
Did that, and asked for no favors
More stacks, talk to you later
[Chorus: Larry & Randy]
Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? (How you fucking do that?)
Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf
Move fast but make sure you got your bag
Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped
Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself?
Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf
Move fast but make sure you got your bag
Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped
[Verse 3: SenseiATL]
Keep some rounds on me, got no time to fuck around
Your bitch touching on me, that's a touchdown
Pull up in the Rolls, hundreds up in rolls
And I keep that dope smoking like some fucking coal
Posted in my city like the Westin
I ain't agent Smith, but I keep the Smith and Wesson
We gon' tear the club up like Three 6
Throwing stacks up that's a late night tip
[Outro/Chorus: Larry & Randy]
Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself? (How you fucking do that?)
Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf
Move fast but make sure you got your bag
Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped
Yung Bois, how you do that by yourself?
Told them folks they ain't gon' put me on no shelf
Move fast but make sure you got your bag
Move your racks but make sure you don't get slapped