Rack Sh!t
Aye Alexa play some trap shit
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll a blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
I'm a bad boy so I have to break the rules
Every bitch I fuck be like damn he got the juice
Hit the frat house and I party with the QUES
Dis bitch dat hoe It's so hard to choose
Switching up my flow on my project patta
Like my females thick but my pockets way fatta
White liquor brown liquor don't even matter
All about my cheese like a Green Bay packer
It goes down in the dm
Trappin all day don't come around to the pm
You an asshole coming out the mouths of my BMs
Lose how can I
Went to sleep and then I
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning its a rally
By the end of week what's my mafuckin tally
And my bitch in her bag like a caddie
Said pull up right fast heress the mafuckin addy
Hot girl summer make it hard to keep it cool
Tits and ass out its a party at the pool
Swisher and some liquor make a nigga act a fool
Pull up in some new shit they like damn this is you
Switching up my flow on my juice man aye
Half a shift full shift overtime okay
A little bit a lot of it I'm still getting paid
Process progress still getting made
It goes down in the dm
Trappin all day don't come around to the pm
Turn the flash off coming out the mouths when I film
Lose how can I
Went to sleep and then I
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll a blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
I'm a bad boy so I have to break the rules
Every bitch I fuck be like damn he got the juice
Hit the frat house and I party with the QUES
Dis bitch dat hoe It's so hard to choose
Switching up my flow on my project patta
Like my females thick but my pockets way fatta
White liquor brown liquor don't even matter
All about my cheese like a Green Bay packer
It goes down in the dm
Trappin all day don't come around to the pm
You an asshole coming out the mouths of my BMs
Lose how can I
Went to sleep and then I
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning its a rally
By the end of week what's my mafuckin tally
And my bitch in her bag like a caddie
Said pull up right fast heress the mafuckin addy
Hot girl summer make it hard to keep it cool
Tits and ass out its a party at the pool
Swisher and some liquor make a nigga act a fool
Pull up in some new shit they like damn this is you
Switching up my flow on my juice man aye
Half a shift full shift overtime okay
A little bit a lot of it I'm still getting paid
Process progress still getting made
It goes down in the dm
Trappin all day don't come around to the pm
Turn the flash off coming out the mouths when I film
Lose how can I
Went to sleep and then I
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
Woke up this morning on some rack shit
Let my bitch roll the blunt told Alexa play some trap shit
My phone blowing up like a draft pick
On the way to the money catch me flowing through traffic
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Writer(s): Jermel Anderson
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