DAZEAGK, Yeat - RACKS lyrics

Who?, yeah
Yeah, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?
Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
Huh, yeah, okay, let's go

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 bitches, with my twizz
Sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy
They gon' take lines off that camera (Bitch)
I'm shittin' on all of y'all
Gotta make it apparent (Bitch)
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

(Yuh, ay) fuck, you movin' bricks
I'm gonna hit that bitch up and
She suckin' on that dick (M-m-m)
That bitch, 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 dick is like extra long
She gon' suck that shit on my Rollie
4 TN's and that bitch feelin' sorry
Rockin' that blue, bitch
I'm rockin' that Gatti
Drinking up the Henny and
I'm drinking up Bacardis
Yuh, I'm smokin' on that shit
F1lthy gettin' rich and Yeat gettin' bitches
That bitch bigs up in my fucking business
You don't even know my fucking litness
(Yuh, ay)

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 bitches, with my twizz
Sharin' this Karen (Smack)
And these bitches really crazy
They gon' take lines off that camera (Bitch)
I'm shittin' on all of y'all
Gotta make it apparent (Bitch)
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 (O oh)
If you ain't gon' drop a bag
Then get your ass up outta here