Rackays lyrics

[Intro]
(Good looking, Wuan)
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste-management business
Everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up (Real gutta sh*t)
It's a stereotype, and it's offensive
Woo

[Chorus]
She a freaky, freaky (She a freaky), she be geekin', geekin'
I be tweakin', tweakin', look too hard, I'm squeezin'
Fly a b*tch to LA for the weekend, it's rich n*gga season (Whew, whew)
She DM me talkin' 'bout she a demon (Let's get it), get you wrapped up, I don't need a reason
b*tch, I'm payin' with rackays, I don't need a Visa (Rackays, rackays)
Fresh talkin' sh*t, ho say I'm a preacher, I don't need a ho, a ho need me (Mwah, mwah)
I'm a rich b*tch dream, broke ho nightmare
Buy a n*gga whole bag if the price fair

[Verse 1]
Takin' sh*t, let me get behind it, lil' b*tch, take this di*k (Ayy, ayy)
Take this flick, Amiris with the bears cost me fifteen cent
My shoes a rack, I can't blame a b*tch if she leave her n*gga
Keep your n*gga, he should drive a tow truck, tryna repo b*tches (Woo)
You don't want me anyway, I cheat on b*tches, hm
Put these hoes right in the blender when I meet these b*tches
Take no disrespect, that go for b*tches, n*ggas, consequences vary (Whew)
No, we can't get married, AR got the cherry
That's the red light on the neck, look like my sh*t got some headlice on it (Ice, ice, ice)
Ain't sh*t on these choppers, we got standard, dummy, macaroni
Swiss cheese n*ggas' spots down, make a b*tch leave
b*tch, please, soon as my eyes open, n*gga get cheese (Woo)
[Chorus]
She a freaky, freaky, she be geekin', geekin' (She geekin')
I be tweakin', tweakin', look too hard, I'm squeezin' (Squeezin')
Fly a b*tch to LA for the weekend, it's rich n*gga season (Whew, whew)
She DM me talkin' 'bout she a demon, get you wrapped up, I don't need a reason
b*tch, I'm payin' with rackays, I don't need a Visa (Rackays, rackays)
Fresh talkin' sh*t, ho say I'm a preacher, I don't need a ho, a ho need me (Mwah, mwah)
I'm a rich b*tch dream, broke ho nightmare
Buy a n*gga whole bag if the price fair

[Verse 2]
Run off on a n*gga, want some smoke? We gon' run up (Run up)
Top down when the sun up, gotta know where you gotta stay, down, 'til you come up (Yeah)
I'm a broke ho nightmare, no cap, or I can be a rich b*tch dream (Whew)
[?][2:06] no, you can't sit with me (Hell nah)
Shoot the bag down to Tennesee, when I make it back home, n*gga gon' be up
Neck, wrist all filled with chunks (Ice), countin' racks, smokin' big-ass blunts of Runtz
Got fish poppin' out the water, I'ma go ahead and name this Dolphin
n*gga, why is you talkin'? (Shut up), I got Texas tea, but I ain't in Austin
Got her b*tchin'— uh, say it ain't really n*ggas out there (Oh, it ain't?)
I'ma tryna make a milli' out there (I am), get a yop and a pistol out there (Yeah)
Hm, fly a b*tch to Detroit for a day (Day), I'm not 'bout to play (No)
I told Wuana, "Go get us an eight and make sure it's straight" (Good looking, Wuan, let's go)
Damedot

[Chorus]
She a freaky, freaky (She a freaky), she be geekin', geekin' (She geekin')
I be tweakin', tweakin' (Woo), look too hard, I'm squeezin'
Fly a b*tch to LA for the weekend (LA), it's rich n*gga season (Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew)
She DM me talkin' 'bout she a demon (Let's get it), get you wrapped up, I don't need—
b*tch, I'm payin' with rackays, I don't need a Visa (Rackays, rackays, rackays)
Fresh talkin' sh*t, ho say I'm a preacher, I don't need a ho, a ho need me (Need me, b*tch)
I'm a rich b*tch dream (Yeah), broke ho nightmare
Buy a n*gga whole bag if the price fair (n*gga)