Jumpa x Kelvyn Colt - Racks

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(JUMPA, make it jump)

[Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]
Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue
Baby, I take no naps, ayy
Hoodie on low, I creep the streets
Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap)
Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy
Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy
Hit me up, better talk cash, ayy
Racks on racks on—

[Verse 1: Kelvyn Colt]
Scheine, Scheine, Dicka, bin am strahl'n
Dagobert, wallah, im Para baden
Nie mehr Automaten, noch ein paar Verfahren
Chay im Luxusladen will mei' Nummer haben
Dreams come true, Brudi, was soll ich sagen? (Ja)
JUMPA, make it jump, schick Koordinaten
Und ich pull' up, ja Jibbit und full cup, hol Sucuk
Bei gel Gör, im Studio Turn-up, ayy
Bis Minimum 5 AM
Baby, kille bitte nicht den Vibe, ich bin (Eh-eh)
Immer noch hyped von dem Fact
Wenn ich rapp', all die Zeilen kenn'
I gotta concentrate bi'
Two nine with me and they ten if they bi
I holla at B, to go drop me that beat
'Cause I fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
 

[Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]

Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue

Baby, I take no naps, ayy (No naps)

Hoodie on low, I creep the streets

Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap)

Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy

Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy

Hit me up, better talk cash (Cash)

Racks on racks on

[Post-Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]

(Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah

(Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah

(Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money

I'ma call up my big homie

He gon' hit you with that doo-doo-doo

[Verse 2: Kelvyn Colt]

Alle woll'n zieh'n, aber keiner will Smoke

Pop on the scene, alle MCs choke

Woah, Kelvyn Colt dope, mindset woke

Woah, mein Liveset, kille die Show

Ey, mashallah, Full House

Bring die TBHG King Queens all out

Packed up, gehe raus, racked up, back up

Schiebe keine Filme, there's a clip if you act up

Ra-ta-ta-ta, gib ihn'n paar Follower

Und sie kommen nicht klar, wallah, jeder ist Star

Ja, hier ist 'n Coupon

My competition got me too bored

Deutschrap ist Wish, Digga, too short

Von der Playlist bis zum Moodboard

Bin ich Champions League und du bist Schulsport

Deshalb wäre Feature Rufmord

[Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]

Ayy, if you know me, I don't sleep, fatigue

Baby, I take no naps, ayy (No naps)

Hoodie on low, I creep the streets

Swear to God, that's no cap (No cap)

Hear me out, bet I drop facts, ayy

Cut it up, wrap it up, stack, ayy

Hit me up, better talk cash (Cash)

Racks on racks on

[Post-Chorus: Kelvyn Colt]

(Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah

(Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah

(Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money

I'ma call up my big homie

He gon' hit you with that—

(Racks) Used to want it, now I got it, yeah

(Facts) Why they wanna take it from me, yeah

(Ayy) If you fuckin' with my money

I'ma call up my big homie

He gon' hit you with that doo-doo-doo