Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Phonebook lyrics

Too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
Mama looking for me
I was stuck in the streets
But I didn't have no time for no homework
I had to get all that weed
Ain't no time for no freaks
But I'd rather go pick up that chrome first
How you gon' handle your business
You all in my business
Nigga please, go handle your own first
Ayy pass me them keys
I hop in that bitch and I skrrt
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce
Fuck around get your ho took
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce
Fuck around get your hopes up

I'm having too many racks in these skinnies
You broke, you act crippled
Tryna get some cat for some pennies
All I stroked on throwin' was
Them ass and them titties she a twerker
She shake that ass for a living
You a worker, you can compare how we living
It's a vert
No it didn't come with no ceiling
Pop a perc, but no it wasn't prescription
Banana clip
But it didn't come with no peeling
Had to go handle your business
You all in your feelings
You tripping, better go stack you some riches
Talking 'bout what you gon' do when
You get you a bag
But you keep on worrying about these bitches
Just hit my niggas in Memphis
They gon' pull up with them semis
And let that shit go 'til it's empty
Just hit my niggas in Texas
They gon' pull up with them bags
Then I gotta bless 'em

Too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
Mama looking for me
I was stuck in the streets
But I didn't have no time for no homework
I had to get all that weed
Ain't no time for no freaks
But I'd rather go pick up that chrome first
How you gon' handle your business
You all in my business
Nigga please, go handle your own first
Ayy pass me them keys
I hop in that bitch and I skrrt
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce
Fuck around get your ho took
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce
Fuck around get your hopes up

Got too many racks in the skinnies
It won't work you ride the label for free
Wanna sit on your ass
But me, I get that cash first
I got blue hundreds on me and
I want me some more
And I'm sleep, 'cause I need a bag first
Thirty tail on the beam, Mr 2-17
Add it up, bet it make the glass burst
I'm smoking cookie lil nigga
Don't pass me no dirty
Hundred ten wrapped tight
This shit like a phonebook
Racks on top of racks
This shit like a pileup
Dab on top of dab, they eating the style up
I hop in the foreign
I'm boosting the miles up
My diamonds dancing
Came straight out the shower
New Gucci glasses and it
Came with the flowers
Jump every line, we don't wait in no crowds
You ain't gettin' no cash then
You out of bounds

Too many racks in the skinnies, it won't work
Mama looking for me
I was stuck in the streets
But I didn't have no time for no homework
I had to get all that weed
Ain't no time for no freaks
But I'd rather go pick up that chrome first
How you gon' handle your business
You all in my business
Nigga please, go handle your own first
Ayy pass me them keys
I hop in that bitch and I skrrt
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce
Fuck around get your ho took
Too many racks, this shit like a phonebook
Too many bales, this shit fill a home up
Beat too many cases, the narcs still on us
Got too much sauce
Fuck around get your hopes up