Back To The Racks Lyrics

Right back to the racks, bitch I paid the tax

Yeah we swerving in that Urus while you riding in a taxi

She took a Uber to her parents and she told me scoop her after

Life ain't shit but tragic

That's why I smoke this Jadik

I smoke all this dope it got me coughing like asthmatics

Am I high

Most Definitely

I fucked up my mathematics

My lil bitch athletic she go running in the morning

But ima need like 5 more bitches when I'm touring

5 blunts in rotation, I feel like I'm Wale

Ill pick up the pack, might just run in down to Raleigh

I been on the road, on the run from federalies

I been drinking while I'm driving

I been feeling like Jeff Hardy

I might fuck her friend but I never tell her sorry

Hop up in the Benz and we driving to New Orleans

If you aint fucking with the kid then bitch you must be wilding

Know some homies that should be locked up but I stay silent

Running up a M, yeah I run it up like Sonic

I could be your friend I could never be the father

How you say you love me when you just met me this Friday

Man we live 2 different lifestyles

I make music, she go to college

All these bitches do is fuck but I aint keeping tally

Might just take a fight to Florida and make a stop in Tally'

She got colored hair and she like that sugar, Sean O' Malley

They like, how you keep makin all of these hits

Its automatic

I was like, how you keep talkin about the crown like I aint been had it

I like shawty cause she dark-skin with a fatty, and she tatted

Man the way she move her hips it look like she can work at magic

I been doin this shit so long its starting to turn me to a savage yeah

Pouring up a 2 while I be smoking on some cabbage yeah

All she wanna do is take this dick and call me daddy yeah

Christian Louboutin, she say she got a thing for fashion yeah

Pull up with my homies to your function and we crashing it

Shawty she down bad I swear to god that shit embarrassing

She rocking Balmain and she don't even know where Paris is

Floating on the beat I feel the wind under my parasails

She keep on calling me daddy like she don't know where her parents is

Clean cut family, they keep up with appearances

Then I walked up in that bitch and hell broke loose in that bitch

Open up a can of whoop-ass

Stone Cold Stunner shit

Tryna keep up, with your broke ass

You shouldn't have done that shit

Want my Rolex to be topaz

Time for all that shit

Why you stuck all in your past

Just let go of that shit

Like what's up on your neck

That's that golden shit

This that El Dorado, WrestleMania

On the road and shit

And if I get caught with the pack

She gone hold that shit

And ima always drive the whip fast

Like I stole that shit

Right back to the racks, bitch I paid the tax

Yeah we swerving in that Urus while you riding in a taxi

She took a Uber to her parents and she told me scoop her after

Life aint shit but tragic

That's why I smoke this Jatik

I smoke all this dope it got me coughing like asthmatics

Am I high

Most Definitely

I fucked up my mathematics

Right back to the racks, bitch I paid the tax

Yeah we swerving in that Urus while you riding in a taxi

She took a Uber to her parents and she told me scoop her after

Life aint shit but tragic

That's why I smoke this Jatik

I smoke all this dope it got me coughing like asthmatics

Am I high

Most Definitely

I fucked up my mathematics

Am I high

Most Definitely

I fucked up my mathematics now its

Right back to the racks