Racked Up Shawty
Meek Mill · Other Songs - Meek Mill
[Intro: Meek Mill]
It's MMG
All my n*ggas strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle n*gga
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*tches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b*tches call me racked up shawty
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my b*tch, look at these racks all on my check
N*gga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, f*ck a b*tch 'til she tap out
F*ck a b*tch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all n*ggas just speak sh*t and I live sh*t that I rap 'bout
Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers n*ggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done f*cked and answer once now why this hoe keep callin'?
Y'all n*ggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That sh*t you call your stash n*gga that's racks off of my pocket
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (sh*t)
Damn I meant Barrack (sh*t), too much Ciroc (sh*t)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)
We kill n*ggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" f*ck asking
They talk behind my b*tch's back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks
N*ggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack
B*tch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week
Baddest b*tch, all in her, balling b*tch sports-center
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin' like Griff Blake
Chain blue or white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40
Came in with one b*tch, left out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
That Ghost, f*ck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that
[Hook]
It's MMG
All my n*ggas strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle n*gga
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
All these b*tches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these b*tches call me racked up shawty
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my b*tch, look at these racks all on my check
N*gga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, f*ck a b*tch 'til she tap out
F*ck a b*tch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all n*ggas just speak sh*t and I live sh*t that I rap 'bout
Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers n*ggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done f*cked and answer once now why this hoe keep callin'?
Y'all n*ggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That sh*t you call your stash n*gga that's racks off of my pocket
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (sh*t)
Damn I meant Barrack (sh*t), too much Ciroc (sh*t)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)
We kill n*ggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" f*ck asking
They talk behind my b*tch's back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks
N*ggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack
B*tch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week
Baddest b*tch, all in her, balling b*tch sports-center
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin' like Griff Blake
Chain blue or white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40
Came in with one b*tch, left out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
That Ghost, f*ck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that
[Hook]
Racked Up Shawty
Meek Mill's "Racked Up Shawty" stands as a quintessential example of his mid-2010s trap-infused hip-hop style, blending aggressive flow with a gritty, street-level narrative. The track exemplifies the artist's ability to weave personal struggle and resilience into catchy, rhythmic structures that defined his sound during the Dreamchasers era. With its prominent basslines and rapid-fire delivery, the recording captures the raw energy of Philadelphia's underground scene while maintaining mainstream appeal. As a standalone single, it showcases Mill's signature ability to transform complex life experiences into anthems of perseverance, solidifying his status as a dominant force in contemporary rap music.