YenYana – Racks Up Lyrics

Racks Up – YenYana Lyrics

I got a certain amount of the cash, it’s on a spectrum

All my money enlarged, we call it racks, ugh

I just finished the drop, homie split that cash up

We went in with black masks, we got racks up

Nigga, you a negative, what do you provide?

You say that you masculine, homie, step aside

We gonna raise up the roof, yeah, we gonna relax

12 ask how I get the cash, I said, “I got it myself”

I roll in a black truck, like the feds, but I’m by myself

No, I’m never snitching on the bros, not even myself

If I gotta spend some time, then I’m gonna do that time

All this rappin’ that I’m doin', it feels like it’s overtime

Used to work a 9-5, but now I’m in my prime

Some of my brodies died to the streets

Rest in peace, my partners in crime

Rest in peace (Woo-ouu)

“How you get that money?” “I ain’t snitching on myself”

I ride in a black truck, like the feds, but by myself

This a sticky situation, but I can get out by myself

I used to be stuck in the tar, crazy situations

Then I let go and suddenly I change her situation

They try to get my plate number but they got no information

I had to hit lil' bros and tell 'em, "Come on, make a transaction"

I had to call the bros up, had to get some information

I had to tell the bros it’s risky, “Watch your surroundings”

I had to tell this nigga, "Cool down, get some grounding"

The devil in my peripheral vision

I had to remind myself to be chill, and to be cool

The devil right in front of me, I told him to stay cool

A bitch that you walk by, she could be burning, play it cool

These niggas be the same way, they itching on the low

Had to put a nigga in the grave cause he was talking low

I ain't gotta act nonchalant just to fucking flow

You said you been reppin' the streets but ended up getting slimed out by ya bros

If you slip up, that could be the end of your career though

If you slip up, the lights go out and then you're gone though

CBD up in my system, I ain't feelin’ nothing though

We had to duck inside, they was shootin’ shots, we was at the studio (We was at the studio)

I got a certain amount of the cash, it’s on a spectrum

All my money enlarged, we call it racks, ugh

I just finished the drop, homie split that cash up

We went in with black masks, we got racks up

12 ask how I get the cash, I said, “I got it myself”

I roll in a black truck, like the feds, but I’m by myself

No, I’m never snitching on the bros, not even myself

If I gotta spend some time, then I’m gonna do that time