RACKS - Intellectual

[Intro]

Who?, yeah

Yeah, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?

Huh, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go)

Huh, yeah, okay, let's go

[Chorus: Yeat]

Got off the phone, I was with my twizzy, we was movin' chickens

With these racks, you don't got no bones, you a vegetarian (Ayy, fact)

Fat ass booty bitches, with my twizz, sharin' this Karen (Smack)

And these bitches really crazy, they gon' take lines off that camera (Bitch)

I'm shittin' on all of y'all, gotta make it apparent (Bitch)

I seen your ass fell off, you disappearing (Oh)

With these racks, I'ma double up, you make it disappear (Oh, no)

In this big ol', big ol' tonka truck, I just ran over a deer (Ah)

You a old head, doing nothing, drinking on some beer (Uh)

In the crib, mama capped his monеy, make that reappear (A hunnid)

Hunnid-fiftys, rackiе fitness, money counter's all I hear (Phew)

If you ain't gon' drop a bag, then get your ass up outta here

[Verse: DAZEAGK]

(Yuh, ay)

Fuck, you movin' bricks

I'm gonna hit that bitch up and she suckin' on that dick (Mmm)

That bitch, she so sick

I'm gonna hit that chain

I'm gonna hit that lick (Yuh, ay)

Bass full on Raycons

Shoot the Rayguns

Yeah, you know who is gone

Yeah, it is-is-is-is

Yeat and Daze on a song

You know where we belong (Yuh, ay)

She suck on my glizzy, that dick is like extra long

She gon' suck that shit on my Rollie

4 TN's and that bitch feelin' sorry

Rockin' that blue, bitch, I'm rockin' that Gatti

Drinking up the Henny and I'm drinking up Bacardis

Yuh, I'm smokin' on that shit

F1lthy gettin' rich and Yeat gettin' bitches

That bitch bigs up in my fucking business

You don't even know my fucking litness (Yuh, ay)