Who deserves all of them racks?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
I link a model bitch stat
Like back of a jersey, if I name a number, you know that the cost is fat
Like I'm Stevie Wonder, I play a bitch keys, got the key to her heart in this sack
It's cash, smoke weed and stack green like a fart, cause you know that it smells like gas
Can't take me off, I'm on tight like a lid
F*ck with me once, it's on sight, how I live
Lightin' up blunts in the back of the VIP
Pop me a 30, I'm flying again
Caillou, the way that I ball in this shit
Like Koolaid, the way that I bust in her shit
7øsaka, the one from The Kid
False advertising on a bitch, cause she ain't how she look in the pics
Who's that?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
Believe me, it's fat
I heard that he scheming, I slid on a rat
She eatin' my semen, she f*ck wit' my Neimans, she pull out her phone during sex for a Snap
I'm really pet peevin, believin' this bitches in genius, when really they just ain't that
I got a feeling about someone real near-and-dear to you tryna come take it from the back
Hollup, it was ya bitch
Saw my two tone Rolly and she slid
Shawty, she like how I move, she say that I'm smooth, how I stay off the grid
Sippin' the Wok, not the booze, I sip off her boobs, then she take the dick
Alarm clock, how I hit snooze, I had to go mute my phone just for that bitch
Now I'm in my place, sit in my seat and I think, I wonder how much I done made
I'm fresh off the gas, I'm floatin, I really do think, I'm chosen to say what I say
I'm makin' my path, ain't straying away, talk shit, get hit, but I stay in my lane
And I'm haulin' ass, the G63 take two lanes, widebody, it's hard to find space
OK
Who deserves all of them racks?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
7øsaka - Eyes Black Lyrics
7øsaka - Eyes Black Lyrics
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Who deserves all of them racks?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
I link a model bitch stat
Like back of a jersey, if I name a number, you know that the cost is fat
Like I'm Stevie Wonder, I play a bitch keys, got the key to her heart in this sack
It's cash, smoke weed and stack green like a fart, cause you know that it smells like gas
Can't take me off, I'm on tight like a lid
F*ck with me once, it's on sight, how I live
Lightin' up blunts in the back of the VIP
Pop me a 30, I'm flying again
Caillou, the way that I ball in this shit
Like Koolaid, the way that I bust in her shit
7øsaka, the one from The Kid
False advertising on a bitch, cause she ain't how she look in the pics
Who's that?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
Believe me, it's fat
I heard that he scheming, I slid on a rat
She eatin' my semen, she f*ck wit' my Neimans, she pull out her phone during sex for a Snap
I'm really pet peevin, believin' this bitches in genius, when really they just ain't that
I got a feeling about someone real near-and-dear to you tryna come take it from the back
Hollup, it was ya bitch
Saw my two tone Rolly and she slid
Shawty, she like how I move, she say that I'm smooth, how I stay off the grid
Sippin' the Wok, not the booze, I sip off her boobs, then she take the dick
Alarm clock, how I hit snooze, I had to go mute my phone just for that bitch
Now I'm in my place, sit in my seat and I think, I wonder how much I done made
I'm fresh off the gas, I'm floatin, I really do think, I'm chosen to say what I say
I'm makin' my path, ain't straying away, talk shit, get hit, but I stay in my lane
And I'm haulin' ass, the G63 take two lanes, widebody, it's hard to find space
OK
Who deserves all of them racks?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
I link a model bitch stat
Like back of a jersey, if I name a number, you know that the cost is fat
Like I'm Stevie Wonder, I play a bitch keys, got the key to her heart in this sack
It's cash, smoke weed and stack green like a fart, cause you know that it smells like gas
Can't take me off, I'm on tight like a lid
F*ck with me once, it's on sight, how I live
Lightin' up blunts in the back of the VIP
Pop me a 30, I'm flying again
Caillou, the way that I ball in this shit
Like Koolaid, the way that I bust in her shit
7øsaka, the one from The Kid
False advertising on a bitch, cause she ain't how she look in the pics
Who's that?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
Believe me, it's fat
I heard that he scheming, I slid on a rat
She eatin' my semen, she f*ck wit' my Neimans, she pull out her phone during sex for a Snap
I'm really pet peevin, believin' this bitches in genius, when really they just ain't that
I got a feeling about someone real near-and-dear to you tryna come take it from the back
Hollup, it was ya bitch
Saw my two tone Rolly and she slid
Shawty, she like how I move, she say that I'm smooth, how I stay off the grid
Sippin' the Wok, not the booze, I sip off her boobs, then she take the dick
Alarm clock, how I hit snooze, I had to go mute my phone just for that bitch
Now I'm in my place, sit in my seat and I think, I wonder how much I done made
I'm fresh off the gas, I'm floatin, I really do think, I'm chosen to say what I say
I'm makin' my path, ain't straying away, talk shit, get hit, but I stay in my lane
And I'm haulin' ass, the G63 take two lanes, widebody, it's hard to find space
OK
Who deserves all of them racks?
Who deserves all of them stacks?
Whole wall full of platinum plaques
Rosa Parks how I'm sat in the back of the Bach
Run up 30 don't even react
Tell brodie"come over and pass me the pack"
Cause I'm tryna get put on my ass
Tell brodie it's war and he go on attack
Put a pussy six feet in the grass
Off on a joyride, not wearin' jetpack
But you see me on screens like that
I just popped me a bean, eyes black
Writer: Cohen MacNamara
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid