Fat Racks
Gang
Yeah
Phew, phew
Gang, skinny nigga, fat racks, I'm out the way
Gas burning like some sage
Staying out the way
Gang, ayeee, skee
Skinny nigga, fat racks, stand the fuck up out the way
White Runtz inside my blunt, that bitch burning like some sage
No, ain't doing shit for you if that shit don't get me paid
Bad bitch, she got her toes done and her edges slayed
I'm on the beat, I'm in that mode nigga, you can't stop the rain
Make sure that my family straight before I ever buy a chain (on gang)
In the booth, my feet kicked up, I'm kissing Mary Jane (out my body)
You won't catch me in the mix, I'm staying in my own lane
You won't catch me in the mix but you can catch me with ya bitch (with ya bitch)
Nah, this ain't dirty money, all my money be legit (my shit legit)
In the booth, I'm smoking sour patch, feeling like that kid (like that kid)
I just took a nigga bitch, yeah, I hit her with that rizz (yah)
Yeah, I'm feeling like a pimple 'cause I'm finna pop my shit
If you ever took my hoe, it ain't no pressure 'bout that bitch
Ain't no gas inside this blunt, buddy must be smoking mid
You ain't tryna get no money, you ain't standing on no biz
Take a look inside my pocket, I got racks inside my pants
I been getting to that money, nigga feeling like that man (feel like the man)
Took yo' bitch and get behind her, then I do my dance (yeah)
Time to have them labels calling, nigga tryna get them bands
Nah, I'on fuck with niggas, you might think I'm in the klan
Run that money up, make sure my family straight, yeah, that's the plan
I ain't have to take ya bitch, turnt ya hoe into a fan
Take the hoe out to the beach, she getting freaky on the sand
Pennywise inside my blunt, hit that shit, it make you float
I'm out the way, I'm with ya bitch and she tryna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I'm either out here chasing cake or talking shit up in the yota (I'm in the yota)
I can't wait to rick the stage, you know I'm tryna kick the door
Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda, man fuck it, I want both
Had to cut lil' mama off because she always do the most
I been kissing Mary Jane, think I'm 'bout to overdose
I been stepping on they neck, I got the rap game in a choke
Yah, I got the rap game in a choke, nigga
Gang, yeah
Skee
Yeah
Phew, phew
Gang, skinny nigga, fat racks, I'm out the way
Gas burning like some sage
Staying out the way
Gang, ayeee, skee
Skinny nigga, fat racks, stand the fuck up out the way
White Runtz inside my blunt, that bitch burning like some sage
No, ain't doing shit for you if that shit don't get me paid
Bad bitch, she got her toes done and her edges slayed
I'm on the beat, I'm in that mode nigga, you can't stop the rain
Make sure that my family straight before I ever buy a chain (on gang)
In the booth, my feet kicked up, I'm kissing Mary Jane (out my body)
You won't catch me in the mix, I'm staying in my own lane
You won't catch me in the mix but you can catch me with ya bitch (with ya bitch)
Nah, this ain't dirty money, all my money be legit (my shit legit)
In the booth, I'm smoking sour patch, feeling like that kid (like that kid)
I just took a nigga bitch, yeah, I hit her with that rizz (yah)
Yeah, I'm feeling like a pimple 'cause I'm finna pop my shit
If you ever took my hoe, it ain't no pressure 'bout that bitch
Ain't no gas inside this blunt, buddy must be smoking mid
You ain't tryna get no money, you ain't standing on no biz
Take a look inside my pocket, I got racks inside my pants
I been getting to that money, nigga feeling like that man (feel like the man)
Took yo' bitch and get behind her, then I do my dance (yeah)
Time to have them labels calling, nigga tryna get them bands
Nah, I'on fuck with niggas, you might think I'm in the klan
Run that money up, make sure my family straight, yeah, that's the plan
I ain't have to take ya bitch, turnt ya hoe into a fan
Take the hoe out to the beach, she getting freaky on the sand
Pennywise inside my blunt, hit that shit, it make you float
I'm out the way, I'm with ya bitch and she tryna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I'm either out here chasing cake or talking shit up in the yota (I'm in the yota)
I can't wait to rick the stage, you know I'm tryna kick the door
Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda, man fuck it, I want both
Had to cut lil' mama off because she always do the most
I been kissing Mary Jane, think I'm 'bout to overdose
I been stepping on they neck, I got the rap game in a choke
Yah, I got the rap game in a choke, nigga
Gang, yeah
Skee
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Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Willie Kamari Murray
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