Laundry lyrics

[Intro: Yung Mal]
Boy
Ha, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many racks up on me
'Cause that's what it ought to be
I got a white b*tch in my penthouse, n*gga she do my laundry
These percocets I'm on it
I just poured up promethazine
My neck got thirty pointers
I'm just workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this sh*t got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the express
Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck
Get the f*ck outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
You not with the set, you not with the gang
Had to run up a check, now they speak on my name
Keep it real 'til I die, this sh*t run through my veins
Promethazine, percocet for the pain
Got your b*tch at the spot, I drug di*k in your main
Rock a show in New York then I catch me a plane
I'm in love with VS, put that sh*t on my chain
First n*gga put the boogers on the plain
I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it ought to be
I go to trial, I beat the case, n*gga my lawyer talk for me
I'm up like every morning, I'm tryna count a hundred G's
Foreign b*tch at my penthouse, she do my laundry
[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many racks up on me
'Cause that's what it ought to be
I got a white b*tch in my penthouse, n*gga she do my laundry
These percocets I'm on it
I just poured up promethazine
My neck got thirty pointers
I'm just workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this sh*t got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the express
Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck
Get the f*ck outta here, no you not with the set

[Verse 2: LIl Quill]
Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherf*ckin' Lear
Strapped with that stick, it gon' tear down a motherf*cker's ear
My n*gga go to trial, no switchin' these motherf*ckin' gears
I don't need no pen and pad, I'm straight out the ears
[?] geeked up they be thinkin' he sippin' on beers
Lil Marco record it but I'm finna go give [?]
Don't know where your ho at but she finna come over here
Toast up to success, hah, cheers
All these racks I got
I'm finna go to the lot and I'm finna buy that b*tch out
Look at all this gas I got
Finna roll up a three-five and I'm finna go up on Live
Ain't no cappin', b*tch we cashin' out
And me and brothers gon' ride, no we ain't gon' never collide
I just pulled up at the f*ckin' lot
And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive
[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Quill]
So many racks up on me
'Cause that's what it ought to be
I got a white b*tch in my penthouse, n*gga she do my laundry
These percocets I'm on it
I just poured up promethazine
My neck got thirty pointers
I'm just workin' my corners, uh
Look at the dash, this sh*t got two hundred on it
I'm swervin' when I hit the express
Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck
I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes
Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet
Came up in the trap where the killers be at
For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck
Get the f*ck outta here, no you not with the set