Morning Racks Lyrics – Spider Gang ft. Yeat

Morning Racks Lyrics by Spider Gang is the latest English song lyrcs written by Yeat, EDDISON, CXRPSE, CHRIST DILLINGER, Afourteen, Lil Darkie, BRUHMANEGOD, JOHNNASCUS, MKULTRA and produced by Darkboy Santana.

Morning Racks Lyrics

Morning Racks Lyrics

(Mm, Darkboy)

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 shit, 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 bitches suckin’ dick at my way (Yeah, yeah)

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

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’

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 shit, 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 bitches suckin’ dick at my way

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, nigga, 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
Nigga, 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 shit hard when you countin’ [?] [?] Put my heart in this shit 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 shit to the tippity-top
[?] and fuck on a thot
I still remember when they told me to stop

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 fuckin’ 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 shit, I’m geekin’ hard on this bean (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 bitch
I’ve been strugglin’ twenty-four seven with addiction
Work on this shit everyday, I forgot what I’m missin’
I don’t feel anything anymore, someone help me
Niggas hatin’, they would rather do this shit 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 niggas askin’ me for something used to clown me
You niggas used to doubt me, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I pop (I pop), the Percs and the lean (Lean)
Say some more shit 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, bitch, I’m dyin’ everyday
No, no, no, for the hoes, all that shit 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 fuck your bitch
Third thing that I do is fuck your bitch 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, [?]

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 shit, 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 bitches suckin’ dick at my way

Yeah
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
High off [?] Travel [?] [?] Walk in like I give a fuck
[?] camouflaged
Step on my motherfuckin’ [?] [?] 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, [?] [?] fucking asshole, hole
Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole

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

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 shit, 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 bitches suckin’ dick at my way

(Mm, Darkboy)

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Morning Racks Song Details

Song: Morning Racks
Singer: Spider Gang
Written: Yeat, EDDISON, CXRPSE, CHRIST DILLINGER, Afourteen, Lil Darkie, BRUHMANEGOD, JOHNNASCUS, MKULTRA
Producer: Darkboy Santana
Featuring: Yeat