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spider gang – morning racks lyrics

[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 sh+t, 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 b+tches suckin’ d+ck 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 cash, it looks like bands to me
i hop up out thе trap, call me, she chrome heart with the [?]
i love how my life is, uh, iced in the burg
like we insane 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 sh+t, 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 b+tches suckin’ d+ck 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, n+gga, i’m a stunter
boy dropped out of school, they thought we was gon’ flop, but it was just like [?], turned that to a come up
n+gga, 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 sh+t hard when you countin’ [?]
[?]
put my heart in this sh+t 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 sh+t to the tippity+top
[?] and f+ck 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 [?] he not my brother
i don’t even f+ckin’ know ya
so many [?], i don’t know which way for [?]
and you ain’t gettin’ much hotter than me
and i hang out [?] shouts for my team
yeah, somebody find that sh+t, 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 b+tch
i’ve been strugglin’ twenty+four seven with addiction
work on this sh+t everyday, i forgot what i’m missin’
i don’t feel anything anymore, someone help me
n+ggas hatin’, they would rather do this sh+t without me
i haven’t eaten in a while, this isn’t healthy
gettin’ to the green like there’s only trees around me
same n+ggas askin’ me for something used to clown me
you n+ggas 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 sh+t 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, b+tch, i’m dyin’ everyday
no, no, no, for the hoes, all that sh+t 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 f+ck your b+tch
third thing that i do is f+ck your b+tch again
i done been through stuff like that, i think i start to break, yeah
diamonds [?] 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, [?]

[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 sh+t, 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 b+tches suckin’ d+ck at my way

[verse 7: johnnascus]
yeah
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah
yeah
high off [?]
travel [?]
[?]
walk in like i give a f+ck
[?] camouflaged
step on my motherf+ckin’ [?]
[?]
p+p+p+p+p+p+p+pew (p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+pew)
i know you see it, [?]
[?] f+cking assh0l+, 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)

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