That's a Rack

[Intro]

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

Ayy

You know what I mean? I guess‚ haha

Dig

Uno, I killed it

[Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

Dig