Surf, Yeat - Give My Last lyrics

Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack
Got my gang right behind me with them gats
They attack
He a opp, he gon' tell, he a rat
That's a fact for a bag
She gon' put her haul back on the mat
(Mm, Darkboy)
We get guap, we gettin' knots (Knots)
She wanna fight, I wanna stop (Stop)
I put a bracelet on my
Wrist, flooded with rocks, how could I not?
(Not) shoes Off White, they got a tag (Tag)
My bitch bad, she got a bag (Bag)
Risk your life, goin' out sad (Sad)
For my gang, I'll give my last, uh (Last)

Pick up the pace, pick up the
Pick up the pace
Pick up the, pick up the face
Look at your face, look at your
Look at your face
Look at your, look at your face
Pop me a bean, I'm finna go do the race
I'm finna go do the race
I need a rack, I'm finna stop at the Chase
I'm finna stop at the Chase
All white seats inside in the coupe
That shit just look like mayo (Mayo)
Brand new whip just came out yesterday
It's just a day old (Day old)
She said I gotta stop lyin'
To her, I'm like, "Okay, ho"
(Okay, ho) yeah, Cactus Jack on my SBs
I feel like I was Faygo (SoFaygo)
Yeah, drive the whip all night
I swerve the Bimmer left to right (Uh)
Girl, I'm from the hood
I still eat hot sauce on my rice
(Rice) , yeah walk a day in my shoes, man
I wanna see you try, yeah
(yeah) nike checks on me
Won't see walkin' in no stripes (Nah)

Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack
Got my gang right behind me with them gats
They attack (Hey, hey hey)
He a opp, he gon' tell, he a rat
That's a fact (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For a bag
She gon' put her haul back on the mat
(yeah, yeah, yeah, ha)
We get guap, we gettin' knots (Knots)
She wanna fight, I wanna stop (Stop)
I put a bracelet on my wrist
(Wrist) , flooded with rocks
How could I not? (Woah)
Shoes Off White, they got a tag (Tag)
My bitch bad, she got a bag (Bag, bag)
Risk your life, goin' out sad (yeah, yeah)
For my gang, I'll give my last (yeah, yeah)

I just wake up and get racks (yeah, yeah)
Goin' two hundred in the Cayenne
'bout to crash (yeah)
Mix the X with Perc', it's the best
(yeah, boot up)
They don't be geekin' up like this
They all cap (Hey, lyin')
Yeah, told her, "I love this shit
Turn it sideways" (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way
(I done it)
Got a big ol' Cayenne in the driveway (yeah)
Got these bad ass bitches suckin'
Dick at my way

Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack (Rack, rack)
Got my gang right behind me with them gats
They attack (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He a opp, he gon' tell, he a rat
That's a fact for a bag
She gon' put her haul back on the mat
(Woah, woah, woah)
We get guap, we gettin' knots (Knots)
She wanna fight, I wanna stop (Stop)
I put a bracelet on my wrist
(Wrist) , flooded with rocks
How could I not? (Not)
Shoes Off White, they got a tag (Woah, woah)
My bitch bad, she got a bag (Woah, woah)
Risk your life, goin' out sad (Woah, woah)
For my gang, I'll give my last (Woah)