ZOTiYAC - Racks In My Visa lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Racks In My Visa lyrics]
Niggas want me to fall off why you in a rush
Always gon' be in my prime like a minister
Pull up on me nigga hit the perimeter
City of sin finna be something sinister
Amateur niggas get hit with the finisher
Strapped wit that Glock like my
Name Yac Dillinger - bitch
Why the fuck you wanna play with me?
I make what I believe
Happen you make believe, you fake to me
You ain't real
Pop me a nigga and pick up the chain
Like a tag I'm confirming that kill
I'm in the jungle I feel like it's Black
Ops 1 I might cop a Galil
I feel like Asap Rocky in 2012
Cuz a nigga too trill
Niggas is bitchеs they ain't
Finna step to the
Platе they gon' run for the hills
I got a gun in my pocket I bet
If I pull this bitch out you’ll feel
She got a tongue that keep moving this bitch
Put my body in shock like a eel
Shotty in cock that’s a body in plot
That’s a whole lot of cops
Tryna see what’s the deal
That’s a whole lot of piggies
On bag of my bumper
This bitch keep calling she back on my number
I feel like Shaq how these
Niggas keep hacking but
Somehow I manage to still keep on dunking
Aye smoking on woods like a beaver
I know she a hoe yeah
That’s why I mistreat her
Aye, we got the smoke if you need it
My gang pull up shootin' like Trevor Ariza
I really body a nigga the feds did a
Sweep found yo' head in my freezer
I'm really high than a bitch cop a 4 of
That piss drop it dead in my liter
I'm really tired of niggas I catch me a
Opp put his ass in a sleeper
I ain't gotta flex too much
Niggas flex too much
Got them racks in my visa
Always gon' be in my prime like a minister
Pull up on me nigga hit the perimeter
City of sin finna be something sinister
Amateur niggas get hit with the finisher
Strapped wit that Glock like my
Name Yac Dillinger - bitch
Why the fuck you wanna play with me?
I make what I believe
Happen you make believe, you fake to me
You ain't real
Pop me a nigga and pick up the chain
Like a tag I'm confirming that kill
I'm in the jungle I feel like it's Black
Ops 1 I might cop a Galil
I feel like Asap Rocky in 2012
Cuz a nigga too trill
Niggas is bitchеs they ain't
Finna step to the
Platе they gon' run for the hills
I got a gun in my pocket I bet
If I pull this bitch out you’ll feel
She got a tongue that keep moving this bitch
Put my body in shock like a eel
Shotty in cock that’s a body in plot
That’s a whole lot of cops
Tryna see what’s the deal
That’s a whole lot of piggies
On bag of my bumper
This bitch keep calling she back on my number
I feel like Shaq how these
Niggas keep hacking but
Somehow I manage to still keep on dunking
Aye smoking on woods like a beaver
I know she a hoe yeah
That’s why I mistreat her
Aye, we got the smoke if you need it
My gang pull up shootin' like Trevor Ariza
I really body a nigga the feds did a
Sweep found yo' head in my freezer
I'm really high than a bitch cop a 4 of
That piss drop it dead in my liter
I'm really tired of niggas I catch me a
Opp put his ass in a sleeper
I ain't gotta flex too much
Niggas flex too much
Got them racks in my visa