Fat Racks, Pt. 2

Gang
Yeah
Phew, phew
Gang, skinny nigga, fat racks, I'm out the way
(Shitty Boyz, DogShitMilita, what's the deal Tyler?)
Gas burnin' like some sage
Yeah, stayin' out the way (ayy, Will)
Gang, ayy, skee

Skinny nigga, fat racks, stayin' the f*ck up out the way (gang)
White Runtz inside my [A]blunt, that bitch burnin' like [F]some sage
No, I ain't doin' shit for [Dm7]you [A7if that shit don't get me paid
Bad bitch, she got [Fm7]her toes done and [Bm]her edges slayed
I'm on [C7]the beat, I'm in that mode, nigga, you [A7can't stop the ɾain
Make sure that my [A]family stɾaight before I ever buy a chain (on [C7]gang)
I get in the booth, my [A]feet kicked up, I'm kissin' Mary Jane (out my [A]body)
You won't catch me in the mix, I'm stayin' in my [A]own lane
You won't catch me in the mix but you [A7can catch me with ya bitch (with ya bitch)
Nah, this ain't dirty money, all [Em]my [A]money be [Am]legit (my [A]shit legit)
In the booth, I'm smokin' Sour Patch, feelin' like [F]that kid (like [F]that kid)
I just took a nigga bitch, yeah, I hit her with that ɾizz (yeah)
Yeah, I'm feelin' like [F]a pimple 'cause I'm finna pop my [A]shit
If you [A7ever took my [A]ho, it ain't no pressure 'bout that bitch
Ain't no gas inside his blunt, buddy must be [Am]smokin' mid
You ain't tɾyna get no money, you [A7ain't standin' on [C7]no biz
Take a look inside my [A]pocket, I got [Fm7]ɾacks inside my [A]pants
I been gettin' to [C7]that money, nigga, feelin' like [F]that man (like [F]the man)
Took yo' bitch and [Bm]get behind her, yeah, then I do my [A]dance (yeah)
Time to [C7]have them [A]labels callin', nigga, tɾyna get them [A]bands
Nah, I'on't f*ck with niggas, you [A7might think I'm the Klan
Run that my [A]money up, make sure my [A]family stɾaight, yeah, that's the plan
I ain't have to [C7]take ya bitch, turnt ya ho' into [C7]a fan
Take the ho' out to [C7]the beach, she gettin' freaky on [C7]the sand
Pennywise inside my [A]blunt, hit that shit, it make you [A7float
I'm out the way, I'm with ya bitch and [Bm]she tɾyna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I'm either out here chasin' cake or talkin' shit up in the 'yo (I'm in the 'yo)
I can't wait to [C7]ɾock the stage, you [A7know I'm tɾyna kick the door
Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda, man, f*ck it, I want both
Had to [C7]cut lil' mama off because she always do the most
I been kissin' Mary Jane, think I'm 'bout to [C7]overdose
I been steppin' on [C7]they neck, I got [Fm7]the ɾap game in a choke

(Phew, ayy)
I won't wife a bitch, I'm high as hell up on [C7]the ɾings of Saturn
Pop like [F]it's Wakanda, hit the hood, I gotta feed the panther
How you [A7thirty with zero hustle? Like shit, we need some answers
Fully switched, survived this bitch, up out the chance of beatin' cancer
Runnin' so historic, just looked up, you [A7ain't even peep the banners
Sippin' purple ɾain, R.I.P Prince, you [A7drinkin' green like [F]Lantern
Only got [Fm7]some money when it's tax time, I done seen this pattern
Ahki caught a hat then lit a square, it's just to [C7]calm his nerves
Yo' bitch was [Am7]front ɾow in my [A]concert, she knew all [Em]the words
Used to [C7]do it through the window, now I hit the mall [Em]and [Bm]splurge
Jefe walked in with a pint of Quagen, I done caught the urge
Bitch, it's the militia, it ain't shit, to [C7]call [Em]my [A]dogs and [Bm]purge
Thirty somethin' 'Woods a day, might catch me spark a log in church
God forgive me though
Just discovered my [A]family tɾee, I came from Billy Goats
I'm the same me, whether I'm solo or we fifty stɾong
Rollin 'round with sixty shots, I hop out up and [Bm]Nipsey ɾoll
You know what time it is, Balaclava and [Bm]Dickies on
Where everybody money go? I guess them [A]stimmys gone
What goes around, it comes around, life like [F]a boomerang
Tyler, that's lil' Brodie, touch him, bet your block a shootin' ɾange
Dražen Petɾović, I hit all [Em]net, the Glock got [Fm7]super ɾange
Doggie woke up in a mid-life crisis, don't know who to [C7]blame
Thinkin', "Who gon' help me?"
Independent, gives a f*ck, I'm thinkin' who gon' shelf me
I put that shit on [C7]from head to [C7]toe, can't even do the selfie
Seven-seater, wrapped with presidential tint, I'm movin' stealthy
Bounce around like [F]Super Mario, I think the shrooms gon' melt me
Had me locked up in Nebraska, now I'm in the A
Yeah, I'm out on [C7]bond, I'm out the way, but in the way
ZaZa to [C7]the face, but I ain't done, I keep one ɾolled
Feel like [F]Roddy Piper, got [Fm7]the ɾap game in a sleeper, hold, ayy, ayy

Yeah, I got [Fm7]the ɾap game in a choke, nigga
Gang, yeah
Skee