"That's A Rack" lyrics
Man, shout out my nigga
Shout out my nigga Oogie Mane
Dig what I'm saying?
Ooh, I guess
Ooh, I guess he's just working on dying
Ay
You know what I mean? I guess, ha-ha
Dig
Uno, I killed it
Fuck from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
Half a rack on her flight here, half a rack back
But, I know some niggas that's gon' hit it with some glass, yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass (Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass (Yeah)
Knew niggas that was hatin' on me, left them in the past
Cross that bitch off my bucket list, you in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
I grind for the check
My mind on the check
I shine for the check
I slime for the check
I'll slime a young nigga, not apologetic
Fly with me, baby, I'll pilot the jet (Mm-mm)
These are baguettes, Caesar Phillip's (Yeah)
These Balmains, baby, not easy to get (Yeah)
You fuck niggas ain't wash your dirt with me yet
I need my money, I'm gettin' upset (Yeah)
Excuses, excuses, not hearin' that
I need a bag for appearance
Her bag and my belt, they both say Hermes
She fuck with me for the experience (Dig)
Fuck from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
Yeah, no strings attached, her number not saved in my jack (No)
Yeah, Forty-one bust down with a clam on my neck
Yeah, Thotiana bust down, blue face on my dollar bills
Yeah, I caught him lackin', punched that boy right out his hat (Yeah)
Front of crazy girls, they say my name when I walk in
She poppin' that, poppin' that, poppin' Percocets
She poppin' that pussy, she do a tip drill
I'm poppin' these tops like a fuckin' circus hat
I peep how they plottin' through my peripheral (Mm-mm)
Fuck from the back, that's for free, free, free, free, free (Mm, yeah)
Might spend a rack just for her to fly back
Fuck from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack
Half a rack on her flight here, half a rack back (Mm-mm)
But, I know some niggas that's gon' hit it with some glass, yeah (Mm)
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass (Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass (Yeah)
Knew niggas that was hatin' on me, left them in the past (Yeah)
Cross that bitch off my bucket list, you in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
Dig
Shout out my nigga Oogie Mane
Dig what I'm saying?
Ooh, I guess
Ooh, I guess he's just working on dying
Ay
You know what I mean? I guess, ha-ha
Dig
Uno, I killed it
Fuck from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
Half a rack on her flight here, half a rack back
But, I know some niggas that's gon' hit it with some glass, yeah
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass (Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass (Yeah)
Knew niggas that was hatin' on me, left them in the past
Cross that bitch off my bucket list, you in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
I grind for the check
My mind on the check
I shine for the check
I slime for the check
I'll slime a young nigga, not apologetic
Fly with me, baby, I'll pilot the jet (Mm-mm)
These are baguettes, Caesar Phillip's (Yeah)
These Balmains, baby, not easy to get (Yeah)
You fuck niggas ain't wash your dirt with me yet
I need my money, I'm gettin' upset (Yeah)
Excuses, excuses, not hearin' that
I need a bag for appearance
Her bag and my belt, they both say Hermes
She fuck with me for the experience (Dig)
Fuck from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack)
Yeah, no strings attached, her number not saved in my jack (No)
Yeah, Forty-one bust down with a clam on my neck
Yeah, Thotiana bust down, blue face on my dollar bills
Yeah, I caught him lackin', punched that boy right out his hat (Yeah)
Front of crazy girls, they say my name when I walk in
She poppin' that, poppin' that, poppin' Percocets
She poppin' that pussy, she do a tip drill
I'm poppin' these tops like a fuckin' circus hat
I peep how they plottin' through my peripheral (Mm-mm)
Fuck from the back, that's for free, free, free, free, free (Mm, yeah)
Might spend a rack just for her to fly back
Fuck from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack
Half a rack on her flight here, half a rack back (Mm-mm)
But, I know some niggas that's gon' hit it with some glass, yeah (Mm)
And my bitch got tiger stripes on her ass (Dig)
Baby oil on her skin, baby oil on her ass (Yeah)
Knew niggas that was hatin' on me, left them in the past (Yeah)
Cross that bitch off my bucket list, you in the bucket full of crabs
Got Dior on my skin, got Dior in my bag
Dig
