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rackswtf - meh lyrics

yeah

woke up this lil’ morning, my diamonds came in from elliot
pearls on that f+cking b+tch’s neck, she so elegant (yeah)
shop up at the f+ckin’ mall so much, made me a resident
this maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president (yeah, skrrt)

how i’m comin’? i’m just steppin’, b+tch
i’m praying to my money everyday, that sh+t was a exorcist (ex)
i can’t stop spending money on some extra sh+t (no)
you can’t stop all the cappin’, instagramin’ sh+t
who just told my b+tch i made some bread? i guess i’m vanishin’ (gone)
on some stupid sh+t, put 10k in that crash machine and doubled it
on some stupid sh+t, said, “i love you” to this b+tch, but i was high
on some stupid sh+t, i thought that i was dead, couldn’t open my eyes (ah)
on some stupid sh+t, this b+tch just told me that she was down to ride (wow)
we on my vibes (vibes)
what you gon’ say if we get pulled over by them guys? i just tested her
i tried that b+tch, i told her i was lyin’, there’s no competitor
everyday we live like this a instagram, this sh+t regular
i don’t pick up the phone, no i don’t, no answer them, don’t call my cellular
i just hit a jugg for 28k, throw away that phone
i don’t even have the same number no more, so it’s best you leave me alone
i just spent like six+hun’ on this montblanc cologne
something wrong wit’ that kid, inside his head them blinkers on (ha)
first off, i need a bag from you lil’ b+tch, ‘fore i even say a word
b+tch, i feel like w+lly wonka’s factory with syrup (lean)
if twizzy want a k!ll, yeah, he gon’ k!ll, there’s no insurance (baow, baow)
yeah (baow), these kids is germs

wick just walked in the party wit’ two glocks, but that sh+t evident (woah, woah)
chop his body up then dump him off, can’t leave no evidence (woah)
stop mentioning me in them weak+ass songs you droppin’, tryna get relevance (ha)
know they was already mad, but f+ck it, we gon’ give them h+ll wit’ this (ha)
we put that brand new opp pack in the air, ’cause i love the smell of this (yeah, hey)
she wanna f+ck, okay, well come on, let’s go inside
like, what you doin’? (woah)
yeah we can f+ck, okay, but you can’t spend the night
like, what you doin’? (wow)
i always wanted the bands, while your ass was playin’ around
like, what you doin’? (yeah)
i pull up and shoot your medulla, lay that n+gga down
like, what you doin’? (ha)
you say you got bands like, b+tch, is you a f+ckin’ clown?
like, what you doin’? (yeah)
b+tch, i’m a g.o.a.t., i’m a king, i need a f+ckin’ crown
like, what you doin’? (yeah)
just hit the hoe, he’s a lil’ okay, he skippin’ now
like, what you doin’? (ha)
yeah, okay, it’s a go, we finna get him now
like, what you doin’? (woah)
prada my feet, prada my bag, i’m so proud of me (ha)
i done made well over six figures through technology (woah)
i remember my lazy ass was failing biology (yeah, ha)
f+ck it, i knew i was gon’ be rich, that’s what i was bound to be (yeah)

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