Morning Racks lyrics Yeat ft Spider Gang

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Morning Racks lyrics Yeat ft Spider Gang

Morning Racks song is sung by artist Yeat ft Spider Gang. This Hip Hop Music lyrics is written and music produced by Yeat ft Spider Gang. This song is from album. If you are searching for ‘Morning Racks’ Song Lyrics English Font, this is the right post for you. label –

Yeat “Morning Racks” lyrics ft Spider Gang

[Intro]
(Mm, Darkboy)

[Chorus: Yeat & EDDISON]
I just wake up and get racks (Yeah, yeah)
Goin’ two hundred in the Cayenne, ’bout to crash (Yeah)
Mix the X with Perc’, it’s the best (Yeah, boot up)
They don’t be geekin’ up like this, they all cap (Hey, lyin’)
Yeah, told her, “I love this shit, turn it sideways” (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way (I done it)
Got a big ol’ Cayenne in the driveway (Yeah)
Got these bad ass bitches suckin’ dick at my way (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: EDDISON]
Got the Moncler on, okay, okay, okay, okay, let’s go
I hop out the tank, hop in the X6
I hopped up in thе trap and got some [?]
I hop up out the trap, call me, shе Chrome Heart with the [?]
I love how my life is, uh, iced in the burg
Like we [?] in the beat, yeah, in the Maybach we gon’ swerve
You ain’t steppin’ out like me, yeah
I love it when they say they want smoke, that’s a movie that I pull up
And I’m finna have a heart attack, mix Cognac with the buddha

[Verse 2: CXRPSE]
Yeah, I pulled up and I slide on him
Opp say he want smoke, then I’m fightin’ him
Yeah, say he want a gun fight
I’m outside, it’s alright
Yeah, you know I walk around with no protection
If you gon’ run up on me, I’ll teach yo ass a lesson
Yeah, I will never stress him, I know you won’t press him
See VVS’s on my neck, you know I’m never flexin’

[Chorus: Yeat]
I just wake up and get racks (Yeah, yeah)
Goin’ two hundred in the Cayenne, ’bout to crash (Yeah)
Mix the X with Perc’, it’s the best (Yeah, boot up)
They don’t be geekin’ up like this, they all cap (Hey, lyin’)
Yeah, told her, “I love this shit, turn it sideways” (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way (I done it)
Got a big ol’ Cayenne in the driveway (Yeah)
Got these bad ass bitches suckin’ dick at my way

[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I just went out and got brand new Balenci’s, I [?] got the number
I thought that maybe we had something different, but I forgot you was just mine for the summer
Then hop out the jag, double C on my feet with the Louie, we all know, nigga, I’m a stunter
Boy dropped out of school, they thought we was gon’ flop, [?], turned that to a come up
Nigga, we was on the road doin’ shows
Everyday a different city, everyday a different ho
Me and Louis V on, what are those?
Spendin’ a bag when I step on Melrose
Take care of my fit, every stunt is a pose
[?] pose
That shit hard when you countin’ [?]
[?
Put my heart in this shit and my soul
Fake diamonds, not on my watch
[?] on my watch
I’m in the back of the Benz now I’m sippin’ on drop
When you run up that shit to the tippity-top
[?] and fuck on a thot
I still remember when they told me to stop
[Verse 4: Afourteen & Lil Darkie]
Yeah, too much money in these pants, I gotta hold ’em
I can’t watch, they need to hold up
Walk in the bank [?]
I don’t even fuckin’ know ya
So many [?], I don’t know which way for [?]
And you ain’t gettin’ much hotter than me
[?] shouts for my team
Yeah, somebody find that shit, I’m geekin’ hard on this bean (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 5: Lil Darkie]
I never popped a Perc, but the Quaaludes, I’m geekin’
Gettin’ to that green, like I don’t even eat it
You can remake an idea, hope I never meet you
All that sippin’, sippin’, sippin’, I got drugs in my [?]
I’ve been strugglin’ twenty-four seven with addiction
Work on this shit everyday, I forgot what I’m missin’
I don’t feel anything anymore, someone help me
Niggas hatin’, they would rather do this shit without me
I haven’t eaten in a while, this isn’t healthy
Gettin’ to the green like [?] around me
Same niggas askin’ me for something used to clown me
You niggas used to doubt me, yeah

[Bridge: BRUHMANEGOD]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 6: BRUHMANEGOD]
I pop (I pop), the Percs and the lean (Lean)
Say some more shit I don’t believe
I smoke so much gas, I forget how to exist
I count all this cash, ball- ballin’ like a fist
I smoke out this Backwood, not no bowl, I ain’t no fish
Geekin’ off of the drugs, bitch, I’m dyin’ everyday
No, no, no, for the hoes, all that shit get in the way
And I know this so long, I’ma do it anyway
I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I do is count bands
Uh, the second thing I do is pop a Perc in both hands
Uh, third thing that I do is fuck your bitch
Third thing that I do is fuck your bitch again
I done been through stuff like that, I think I start to break, yeah
[?] so I think I’m gonna wait, yeah
I got so much money, I told it to go away, yeah
I’m countin’ all these bands, yeah, [?]

[Verse 7: JOHNNASCUS]
Yeah
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
[?]
[?]
[?]
Walk in like I give a fuck
[?] camouflaged
[?]
[?]
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-pew (P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pew)
[?]
[?] fucking asshole, hole
Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole

[Verse 8: MKULTRA]
Hm-m-mm, hmm
Hm-m-m-m-mm, hm-m-m-m-m-mm
Hmm, hmm-m-m-mm
Hmm-m-mm, hmm
Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh

[Outro]
(Mm, Darkboy)