Run up them racks I'm doin' it Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga Diamonds froze, chill nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack