That’s a Rack

Yeat

I don’t know if I told y'all, I been on the X It’s a new wave, yeah And I been on my bully, yeah I just called my bitch, I called her up Said "what’s the word?" (What's up) Half these kids is bitches And broke but birds, be a bird Every time I took this ecstasy I really learned you ain’t gettin’ no money 'cause you ain’t do nothin’ to deserve it Yeah if they come and grab it Yeah we'll come and swerve it Told that bitch we got a lot Told her don’t worry Every time I went and ran it Up I passed the wall Every time you try to do your Best you end up fallin' I got an AP and lick on me In the coupe all red, bitch burgundy On the inside, ten millions is all that Bitch, this a bet, we can't get into that This bitch is at thottie So I’m hittin' it from the back I went and got me the bag When i got me the pesos Lil shawty she drink it up, eat It up, suck it up, do what I say so (yeah) Yeah, shippin’ the gas I been movin’ it All red inside but a blue in it We get overdose high I pour a ten minus two in it What can the hell would i do I'm bouta shoot me a movie I just been runnin’ this shit the fuck up Bouta sign me a deal and go stupid I’m in a Tonka, the big body coupe Yeah, the wide body, bitch, I'ma swerve it Whole lotta’ money on me They ain’t seein’ this shit, bitch I feel like a mummy All my racks are clean now I'ma rock Celine now Went and put some pointers in a watch Some flawless ring now every time I said I Wouldn’t come back, bitch, i did it Nah, I don’t wanna’ hear the truth from you I won’t admit it I got a whole cash went and bought Me the Cat' with the Maybach too I’ve been swervin’ it Bitch I’m on X for a week, for a month I don’t know Don’t give a fuck bout’ what month it is Y’all ain’t really geekin’ like me And I know that fasho’ Cuz’ they don’t know nothin’ Bout’ runnin’ shit up (Shh) Bet I keep that shit tucked Like a dollar bill they Setting you with trust Every time I’m on a plane Bitch I’m on the coast I used to be sipping on wok But this time it’s red in my cup I used to be takin’ a thirty But this time I’m takin’ a ten I know I gotta’ slow down on the Drugs or I won’t see thirty (yeah i almost died) They don’t be showin’ me love like that They all just birdies i got mob ties So all my brothers is my twizzies I ain't never sold that Za' We don't got no feelings Told that bitch we got a lot Told her don’t worry Every time I went and ran it Up I passed the wall Every time you try to do your Best you end up fallin’ I got an AP and lick on me In the coupe all red, bitch burgundy On the inside, ten millions is all that Bitch, this a bet, we can’t get into that This bitch is at thottie So I’m hittin’ it from the back I went and got me the bag When i got me the pesos Lil shawty she drink it up, eat It up, suck it up, do what I say so (yeah) Yeah, shippin’ the gas, I been movin’ it All red inside but a blue in it We get overdose high I pour a ten minus two in it All my racks are clean now I'ma rock Celine now Went and put some pointers in a watch Some flawless ring now Every time I said I wouldn’t come back Bitch I did it (Nah) I don’t wanna’ hear the truth from you I won’t admit it

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