YBL Inno - 19 Racks

(Yeah)
(Okay)
Do what I choose to, me myself and I pull up to the stu
It's my birthday I'll do whatever the fuck I wanna do
Boy you got some nerve
Who the fuck is you
Why the fuck you think we cool you trynna pull up on the crew
That's a big problem
We see you we bumpin noggins
Stomp you out and take ya wallet
Swipe ya card just like we ballin
We don't fuck with
All ya lame assumptions
We gone start somethin
If you keep talkin nonsense
(Yuh)
I'm back in this bitch
You dirty my name you'll be catching a stitch
I'm fuckin this bitch kuz she think that I rich
I'm middle class baby, won't get none of this
(Yuh)
Maybe you'll catch me at Ross
Or you gone see me when sippin on Voss
I may look rich kuz I save all my cash
Then flex with racks that I won't spend it on trash
(Yuh)
Fuck ya kick backs
I'm not interested in that
Everytime I turn my back
I hear the voices start to yap
Everybody lookin mad
Got the empire up on my back
And I don't wanna bring em wimme
So they wanna take it back
Cup in my hand
Raise it to the fucking roof
You know I'm the man
When I step up in the room
Post it on the gram
I just stepped up in the booth
I be who I am
Kuz I can't afford to lose
(What's the move)
Pull up to the addy, random bitches call me daddy
I'm not whippin in a caddi you won't never catch me lackin
I just turned your main bitch to my groupie just to see you cappin
Yeah them cheeks is what I'm clappin when that bitch know I'm the captain
Run them bands up
All these broke boys I know they can't stand us
Ran up
In ya house I had to turn this shit up
Pick up
My phone just to see the plug want income
Bought some
Just to give away kuz I don't smoke none
I put it on
Snapchat
Black hat
New tat
Who that
So fly
Damn he
Fuckin
Knew that
Braided
Hair with
Out the
Durag
Cashing
Checks pulled
Out nine
Teen racks

Written by:
Michael Schitea

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