Yeat - Morning Racks lyrics

[Intro] (Mm, Darkboy) [Chorus: Yeat & EDDISON] 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 sh*t, 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 b*tches su*kin' dick at my way (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: EDDISON] 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 [?] I hop up out the trap, call me, shе Chrome Heart with the [?] I love how my life is, uh, iced in the burg Like we [?] 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 [Verse 2: CXRPSE] 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' [Chorus: Yeat] 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 sh*t, 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 b*tches su*kin' dick at my way [Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER] 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, ni**a, I'm a stunter Boy dropped out of school, they thought we was gon' flop, [?], turned that to a come up ni**a, 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 sh*t hard when you countin' [?] [?] Put my heart in this sh*t 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 sh*t to the tippity-top [?] and fu*k on a thot I still remember when they told me to stop [Verse 4: Afourteen & Lil Darkie] Yeah, too much money in these pants, I gotta hold 'em I can't watch, they need to hold up Walk in the bank [?] I don't even fu*kin' know ya So many [?], I don't know which way for [?] And you ain't gettin' much hotter than me [?] shouts for my team Yeah, somebody find that sh*t, I'm geekin' hard on this bean (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 5: Lil Darkie] 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 [?] I've been strugglin' twenty-four seven with addiction Work on this sh*t everyday, I forgot what I'm missin' I don't feel anything anymore, someone help me ni**as hatin', they would rather do this sh*t without me I haven't eaten in a while, this isn't healthy Gettin' to the green like [?] around me Same ni**as askin' me for something used to clown me You ni**as used to doubt me, yeah [Bridge: BRUHMANEGOD] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 6: BRUHMANEGOD] I pop (I pop), the Percs and the lean (Lean) Say some more sh*t 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, b*tch, I'm dyin' everyday No, no, no, for the hoes, all that sh*t 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 fu*k your b*tch Third thing that I do is fu*k your b*tch again I done been through stuff like that, I think I start to break, yeah [?] 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, [?] [Chorus: Yeat] 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 sh*t, 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 b*tches su*kin' dick at my way [Verse 7: JOHNNASCUS] Yeah Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah Yeah [?] [?] [?] Walk in like I give a fu*k [?] camouflaged [?] [?] P-p-p-p-p-p-p-pew (P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pew) [?] [?] fu*king a**hole, hole Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole [Verse 8: MKULTRA] 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 [Chorus: Yeat] 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 sh*t, 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 b*tches su*kin' dick at my way [Outro] (Mm, Darkboy)