Yeat - That’s a Rack lyrics

I don’t know if I told y'all, I been on the X
It’s a new wave,  yeah
And I been on my bully, yeah

I just called my bitch, I called her up
Said "what’s the word?" (What's up)
Half these kids is bitches
And broke but birds, be a bird
Every time I took this ecstasy
I really learned you ain’t gettin’ no money
'cause you ain’t do nothin’ to deserve it
Yeah if they come and grab it
Yeah we'll come and swerve it

Told that bitch we got a lot
Told her don’t worry
Every time I went and ran it
Up I passed the wall
Every time you try to do your
Best you end up fallin'
I got an AP and lick on me
In the coupe all red, bitch burgundy
On the inside, ten millions is all that
Bitch, this a bet, we can't get into that
This bitch is at thottie
So I’m hittin' it from the back
I went and got me the bag
When i got me the pesos
Lil shawty she drink it up, eat
It up, suck it up, do what I say so
(yeah)
Yeah, shippin’ the gas I been movin’ it
All red inside but a blue in it
We get overdose high
I pour a ten minus two in it

What can the hell would i do
I'm bouta shoot me a movie
I just been runnin’ this shit the fuck up
Bouta sign me a deal and go stupid
I’m in a Tonka, the big body coupe
Yeah, the wide body, bitch, I'ma swerve it
Whole lotta’ money on me
They ain’t seein’ this shit, bitch
I feel like a mummy

All my racks are clean now
I'ma rock Celine now
Went and put some pointers in a watch
Some flawless ring now every time I said I
Wouldn’t come back, bitch, i did it
Nah, I don’t wanna’ hear the truth from you
I won’t admit it

I got a whole cash went and bought
Me the Cat' with the Maybach too
I’ve been swervin’ it
Bitch I’m on X for a week, for a month
I don’t know
Don’t give a fuck bout’ what month it is
Y’all ain’t really geekin’ like me
And I know that fasho’
Cuz’ they don’t know nothin’
Bout’ runnin’ shit up
(Shh) Bet I keep that shit tucked
Like a dollar bill they
Setting you with trust
Every time I’m on a plane
Bitch I’m on the coast
I used to be sipping on wok
But this time it’s red in my cup
I used to be takin’ a thirty
But this time I’m takin’ a ten
I know I gotta’ slow down on the
Drugs or I won’t see thirty
(yeah i almost died)
They don’t be showin’ me love like that
They all just birdies i got mob ties
So all my brothers is my twizzies
I ain't never sold that Za'
We don't got no feelings

Told that bitch we got a lot
Told her don’t worry
Every time I went and ran it
Up I passed the wall
Every time you try to do your
Best you end up fallin’
I got an AP and lick on me
In the coupe all red, bitch burgundy
On the inside, ten millions is all that
Bitch, this a bet, we can’t get into that
This bitch is at thottie
So I’m hittin’ it from the back
I went and got me the bag
When i got me the pesos
Lil shawty she drink it up, eat
It up, suck it up, do what I say so
(yeah)
Yeah, shippin’ the gas, I been movin’ it
All red inside but a blue in it
We get overdose high
I pour a ten minus two in it

All my racks are clean now
I'ma rock Celine now
Went and put some pointers in a watch
Some flawless ring now
Every time I said I wouldn’t come back
Bitch I did it
(Nah) I don’t wanna’ hear the truth from you
I won’t admit it