Rnf zay - Racks Ina Sweater Lyrics

I get to slidin', don't need me no pill Brody came home, he still doin' them drills
Say that you ridin', I hope that it's real Say that you ridin', I hope that it's real
I'm bout to sign and go straight to the hills Seats is reclinin' the maybach to chill
They do not ask, they don't know how I feel, f*ck time to show them who I am
We make a movie, when we in the yams Shit really hurt when bro called from the can
I sent that pack, I just hope that it land Damn, she fell in love with the bandz
Brody, I miss you, I wrote you this letter Shit kinda crazy, it's gonna get better
She in this car, then she holding Barreta He movin' crazy, got put on the stretcher
Pedro the plug, top floor smokin' pressure Christian Dior, yeah, this shit is my leather
Ran, through the works, but this shit it got better Spent some bandz on a purse, put the racks in her sweater
I cannot sweat her, I promise I won't Why these demons won't leave me alone
Look at my back, that shit say V-Lone I go to saks, I go straight to the back
D-I-E, I can't worry bout death I'm too deep in this shit, I just know that I'm next
Know that I'm next, I know that I'm next Run it up, I gotta get that check
I'm in the Stu , I'm not readin' that text Eatin' good pasta, Right' in L-E-S
She tried to front, I know that you the leg I kiss my daughter before, she go to bed
Down in the trenches with a pen and a pad Everyone around me was broken and sad
I think that's the first time that I got mad Cause bad happened to good, and good happens to bad
People throw shit on my name, I reload and take aim You think it's a game, you bout to see the ending
You better stay strapped with the AK Or when you see me, you do the race like Tay-K
Tay-K, Tay-K, Tay-K Say it three times, so f*ck it, it's three to the head
Can't even lay down in bed Without someone kickin' the door like it's feds
Guess that it's off of they meds Don't give a f*ck, it's off of the head
You know that I lay it down to bed Down to grave, cause I'm bout to get down to today