Yo. I'm just gonna get right into it

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I'm rugged like a jackhammer rapper with a knack for knocking out another throwback slapper for your jambox
Tan socks what the man rocks
Brown shoes don't make it but the rap knocks
Y'all played out like playing Black Ops
I'm in the cruise cruz controlling no cru's in a tofu snack box
Munchin' I'm crunching numbers with my luncheon and my lunch money scrape but can't always keep it 100
Two bills for the shoes from Norway
I don't wear pépé but I co-sign jorgé
A lot of jealous motherfuckers blocking the door way
D Ross eating a sorbet believe that
Pacific coast where the breeze at
The knees where the bees at
My treks LAX up to SEATAC
Fake rappers call mе a mean man cause I'm so fresh I could wipе my ass with no paper and have a clean hand

[Chorus]
Yo
I'm still rackin' em up
I'm still rackin' em up
I'm still rackin' em up still rackin em up still rackin em up (Get racks y'all) [x2]