UnoTheActivist - That’s a Rack lyrics
[UnoTheActivist - That’s a Rack lyrics]
Man, shout out my nigga
Shout out my nigga Oogie Mane
Dig what I'm saying? Ooh‚ I guess
Ooh‚ I guess he's just working on dying ayy
You know what I mean? I guess‚ haha dig
Uno, I killed it
Fuck from the back
That's a rack‚ that's a rack (Rack)
Half a rack on her flight here
Half a rack back
But, I know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass‚ yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass
(Yeah) knew niggas that was hatin' on me
Left them in the past
Cross that bitch off my bucket list
You in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
I grind for the check my mind on the check
I shine for the check i slime for the check
I'll slime a young nigga, not apologetic
Fly with me, baby, I'll pilot the jet
(Mm-mm)
These are baguettes, Caesar Phillip's (Yeah)
These Balmains, baby, not easy to get (Yeah)
You fuck niggas ain't wash your
Dirt with me yet
I need my money, I'm gettin' upset (Yeah)
Excuses, excuses, not hearin' that
I need a bag for appearance
Her bag and my belt, they both say Hermes
She fuck with me for the experience (Dig)
Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack (Rack)
Yeah, no strings attached
Her number not saved in my jack (No)
Yeah, Forty-one bust down with a
Clam on my neck yeah, Thotiana bust down
Blue face on my dollar bills
Yeah, I caught him lackin'
Punched that boy right out his hat (Yeah)
Front of crazy girls
They say my name when I walk in
She poppin' that, poppin' that
Poppin' Percocets
She poppin' that pussy, she do a tip drill
I'm poppin' these tops like
A fuckin' circus hat
I peep how they plottin'
Through my peripheral (Mm-mm)
Fuck from the back, that's for
Free, free, free, free, free
(Mm, yeah)
Might spend a rack just for her to fly back
Fuck from the back
That's a rack‚ that's a rack (Rack)
Half a rack on her flight here
Half a rack back
But, I know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass‚ yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass
(Yeah) knew niggas that was hatin' on me
Left them in the past
Cross that bitch off my bucket list
You in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack
Half a rack on her flight here
Half a rack back (Mm-mm)
But, I know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass, yeah
(Mm)
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass
(Yeah) knew niggas that was hatin' on me
Left them in the past (Yeah)
Cross that bitch off my bucket list
You in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
Dig
Shout out my nigga Oogie Mane
Dig what I'm saying? Ooh‚ I guess
Ooh‚ I guess he's just working on dying ayy
You know what I mean? I guess‚ haha dig
Uno, I killed it
Fuck from the back
That's a rack‚ that's a rack (Rack)
Half a rack on her flight here
Half a rack back
But, I know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass‚ yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass
(Yeah) knew niggas that was hatin' on me
Left them in the past
Cross that bitch off my bucket list
You in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
I grind for the check my mind on the check
I shine for the check i slime for the check
I'll slime a young nigga, not apologetic
Fly with me, baby, I'll pilot the jet
(Mm-mm)
These are baguettes, Caesar Phillip's (Yeah)
These Balmains, baby, not easy to get (Yeah)
You fuck niggas ain't wash your
Dirt with me yet
I need my money, I'm gettin' upset (Yeah)
Excuses, excuses, not hearin' that
I need a bag for appearance
Her bag and my belt, they both say Hermes
She fuck with me for the experience (Dig)
Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack (Rack)
Yeah, no strings attached
Her number not saved in my jack (No)
Yeah, Forty-one bust down with a
Clam on my neck yeah, Thotiana bust down
Blue face on my dollar bills
Yeah, I caught him lackin'
Punched that boy right out his hat (Yeah)
Front of crazy girls
They say my name when I walk in
She poppin' that, poppin' that
Poppin' Percocets
She poppin' that pussy, she do a tip drill
I'm poppin' these tops like
A fuckin' circus hat
I peep how they plottin'
Through my peripheral (Mm-mm)
Fuck from the back, that's for
Free, free, free, free, free
(Mm, yeah)
Might spend a rack just for her to fly back
Fuck from the back
That's a rack‚ that's a rack (Rack)
Half a rack on her flight here
Half a rack back
But, I know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass‚ yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass
(Yeah) knew niggas that was hatin' on me
Left them in the past
Cross that bitch off my bucket list
You in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
Fuck from the back, that's a rack
That's a rack
Half a rack on her flight here
Half a rack back (Mm-mm)
But, I know some niggas that's gon'
Hit it with some glass, yeah
(Mm)
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass
(Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass
(Yeah) knew niggas that was hatin' on me
Left them in the past (Yeah)
Cross that bitch off my bucket list
You in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
Dig