RACKS lyrics

by

Yeat


[Intro]
Who?, yeah
Yeah, what the f*ck goin' on, Maajins?
Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, yeah, okay, let's go

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat ass booty b*tches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these b*tches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (b*tch)
I'm sh*ttin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (b*tch)
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his monеy, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackiе fitness, money counter's all I hear (Phew)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here

[Verse: DAZEAGK]
(Yuh, ay)
f*ck, you movin' bricks
I'm gonna hit that b*tch up and she suckin' on that di*k (Mmm)
That b*tch, she so sick
I'm gonna hit that chain
I'm gonna hit that lick (Yuh, ay)
Bass full on Raycons
Shoot the Rayguns
Yeah, you know who is gone
Yeah, it is-is-is-is
Yeat and Daze on a song
You know where we belong (Yuh, ay)
She suck on my glizzy, that di*k is like extra long
She gon' suck that sh*t on my Rollie
4 TN's and that b*tch feelin' sorry
Rockin' that blue, b*tch, I'm rockin' that Gatti
Drinking up the Henny and I'm drinking up Bacardis
Yuh, I'm smokin' on that sh*t
F1lthy gettin' rich and Yeat gettin' b*tches
That b*tch bigs up in my f*cking business
You don't even know my f*cking litness (Yuh, ay)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens
With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)
Fat ass booty b*tches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these b*tches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (b*tch)
I'm sh*ttin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (b*tch)
I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)
With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)
In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)
You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)
In the crib, mama capped his money, make that reappear (A hunnid)
Hunnid-fiftys, rackie fitness, money counter's all I hear (Ooh)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here
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