Another Rack
Aye yea yea
Who got my lighter
Yea yea yea Yola
Where my lighter at
Yea yea yea Yola
Let me see it
Aye aye aye
I made another rack pull the yak out the backpack
This this one almost out roll up another one
I made another rack and bought a fresh batch of gas and a new Glock
It's in my bag nigga
I made another rack and doubled down on my trap sack
And that's another rack
That's another rack
I made another rack and put it all in my Airmax shoebox
Aye
Another rubber band pop that's another rack gone
Ooo I been countin' stack after stack shakin' back workin' phones
How the fuck you tryna look at me wrong
The packs getting flown and they touching down in any end zone
Really I been tryna get my team strong
I took the lead role told my nigga put these fucking wings on
Hold me down we gon' get these dreams on
Promethazine Yola I'm the nigga you can always lean on
And Ever since I had to put the beam on
Niggas think I be trippin'
Bet you won't catch me slippin'
I move with precision I'm never out of position
A head on collision for fucking wit my commission
Fuck the opposition but I love competition
All these flows switchin' know you love this shit
He cookin' dope in the booth what the fuck is this
A1 Yola I'm the best thing smokin' and i know you fucking wit it
I been hustling hustling since I left my momma home
God been blessin' the child 'cause i been holdin' down my own
I'm like a Big-Mac to a small fry
Matter fact I'm like a hog tie to a kidnap no cap
I'm like a brick pack on the first of the damn month
A new goddamn flow once again
I got mo' what you want
All my hoes hit my hand
4th down I don't punt
You can roll bitch get in
Po' me up pearl the blunt
Damn she was bad I had to crunch
Yea that pussy was for lunch
She was eatin' dick for dinner for dessert banana split her
I can tell the way she did it she been waitin' on a nigga
Let her come first still waited on a nigga
Ain't no way you can imitate Yola
Thousand eight grams in the pot jumpin' over
Fish scale i can whip well bet it's gon' swell
Big bales and some blick shells workin' hotels
Ima get this money and I put that on folk nem
I ain't going back to broke this shit is litty now
Bitches shakin' ass while I'm backin' big boats in
I'm celebrating everyday this how I'm livin' now
I made another rack pull the yak out the backpack
I made another rack and bought a fresh batch of gas and a new Glock
I made another rack and doubled down on my trap sack
I made another rack and put it all in my Airmax shoebox
Who got my lighter
Yea yea yea Yola
Where my lighter at
Yea yea yea Yola
Let me see it
Aye aye aye
I made another rack pull the yak out the backpack
This this one almost out roll up another one
I made another rack and bought a fresh batch of gas and a new Glock
It's in my bag nigga
I made another rack and doubled down on my trap sack
And that's another rack
That's another rack
I made another rack and put it all in my Airmax shoebox
Aye
Another rubber band pop that's another rack gone
Ooo I been countin' stack after stack shakin' back workin' phones
How the fuck you tryna look at me wrong
The packs getting flown and they touching down in any end zone
Really I been tryna get my team strong
I took the lead role told my nigga put these fucking wings on
Hold me down we gon' get these dreams on
Promethazine Yola I'm the nigga you can always lean on
And Ever since I had to put the beam on
Niggas think I be trippin'
Bet you won't catch me slippin'
I move with precision I'm never out of position
A head on collision for fucking wit my commission
Fuck the opposition but I love competition
All these flows switchin' know you love this shit
He cookin' dope in the booth what the fuck is this
A1 Yola I'm the best thing smokin' and i know you fucking wit it
I been hustling hustling since I left my momma home
God been blessin' the child 'cause i been holdin' down my own
I'm like a Big-Mac to a small fry
Matter fact I'm like a hog tie to a kidnap no cap
I'm like a brick pack on the first of the damn month
A new goddamn flow once again
I got mo' what you want
All my hoes hit my hand
4th down I don't punt
You can roll bitch get in
Po' me up pearl the blunt
Damn she was bad I had to crunch
Yea that pussy was for lunch
She was eatin' dick for dinner for dessert banana split her
I can tell the way she did it she been waitin' on a nigga
Let her come first still waited on a nigga
Ain't no way you can imitate Yola
Thousand eight grams in the pot jumpin' over
Fish scale i can whip well bet it's gon' swell
Big bales and some blick shells workin' hotels
Ima get this money and I put that on folk nem
I ain't going back to broke this shit is litty now
Bitches shakin' ass while I'm backin' big boats in
I'm celebrating everyday this how I'm livin' now
I made another rack pull the yak out the backpack
I made another rack and bought a fresh batch of gas and a new Glock
I made another rack and doubled down on my trap sack
I made another rack and put it all in my Airmax shoebox
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Writer(s): Antwain Yancey
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