knecht - riggity racks lyrics
you got drip that drip all fake
hop in the whip that whip all grey
he don’t want lip that’s his mistake
stack up a chip more chip no lays
homie a simp he simp all ways
you want a sip you sip all day
you talking sh+t get hit broad day
you don’t want beef like chick+fil+a
you ain’t got money you want my charity give you a gift like christmas day
you selling weed you on the medicine i’m getting rich i flip this k
i’m getting tired of people who don’t wanna work if he want it he get his way
i’m working morning to night ima earn it i keep my head down to get this pay
if i got a problem i go out and solve it, i’m gonna leave it at that
i cover my ice when i go out in public i can’t have it swinging like i’m up to bat
i ain’t gon flex all this money i keep it in private i’m sneaking cheese like i’m a rat
i got these riggity racks, like uzi, i’m gonna get it and spend it like that
they be like how you keep winning like that yeah (how you keep winning like that)
i be like i just stay focused on racks (i just be focused on racks)
i make a living by rapping on tracks (i just be rapping on tracks)
you see where i’m going or you need a map? (i promise you gon need a map)
cause i got a h+ll of a journey ahead of me
up until now you been smoking amphetamine
ice in my veins and you know that sh+t h+lla clean
maybe that’s why there’s n0body ahead of me
money come in you could call me an evergreen
i don’t need help no i promise i’ll never fiend
but i’ll help anybody who would need it cuz if there’s a better you then theres a better me
you got drip that drip all fake
hop in the whip that whip all grey
he don’t want lip that’s his mistake
stack up a chip more chip no lays
homie a simp he simp all ways
you want a sip you sip all day
you talking sh+t get hit broad day
you don’t want beef like chick+fil+a
you ain’t got money you want my charity give you a gift like christmas day
you selling weed you on the medicine i’m getting rich i flip this k
i’m getting tired of people who don’t wanna work if he want it he get his way
i’m working morning to night ima earn it i keep my head down to get this pay
he selling weed just to get his j’s
he said he would never get back in the cage
he promised his mama he’s changing his ways
he still got a 22 up on his waist
he told all his homies he never would change
he’s scared for his life you can see in his face
i took a different path, you know it, i took a mic and i hopped on a stage
now i get hunnids of views in a day
i promised everybody i’d be great
they would tell me that i’m high as a kite
i tell them b+tch we going outer sp+ce
counting my money i’m losing my place
tell me to stop but i don’t have no brakes
they say i’ll never be up on the charts
i say they right i’ll be up with the greats
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