Rat Race lyrics

[Intro]
(Dylvinci got the code)
(Hey, Glumboy)
A-Aye

[Chorus]
That boy broke, he in last place
For the money, you know it’s a rat race
I’ma get to it, I’on care what a b*tch say
Let the choppa’ and it sing like Whitney
If you a opp, you’on wanna’ go against me
Free Tay-K and free Lil’ [?]
Sippin’ lean, ain’t sippin’ no Remy
Exotic gas, you know I smoke good weed
These boys broke, don’t even believe ‘em
I gotta’ get to the bag ‘cause I need ‘em
Stack up the money, know I gotta’ keep ‘em
The way that I smoke, you’ll think it’s illegal
Stay down, always stay wit’ my people
Know that we in thе field like a Bengal

[Verse]
Shе a bad b*tch, think I wanna’ keep her (Dylvinci got the code)
The way that she talking, she think that I need her
Up the heat like he catching a fever
Ice on my wrist, you think I’m anemic
Get to the bands, I’m running up digits
Low-key when I slide around the city
I’m in H-town, know I stay sippin’
Not Mike Jones, but I’m steady tippin’
Leave me alone, you not really wit’ me
That boy a clone, he wanna’ be me
Know we gon’ f*ck up a check for no reason
Ballin’ all year, ballin’ out four seasons
He wear a mask, but he not a demon
Have my n*ggas rob you for no reason
These n*ggas hatin’ on me and I’m peepin’
I’m in the water, I’m deep in
That boy broke, he ain’t got no bands, man (Dylvinci got the code)
f*cking his b*tch ‘cause she is a fan (Hey, Glumboy)
[Chorus]
That boy broke, he in last place
For the money, you know it’s a rat race
I’ma get to it, I’on care what a b*tch say
Let the choppa’ and it sing like Whitney
If you a opp, you’on wanna’ go against me
Free Tay-K and free Lil’ [?]
Sippin’ lean, ain’t sippin’ no Remy
Exotic gas, you know I smoke good weed
These boys broke, don’t even believe ‘em
I gotta’ get to the bag ‘cause I need ‘em
Stack up the money, know I gotta’ keep ‘em
The way that I smoke, you’ll think it’s illegal
Stay down, always stay wit’ my people
Know that we in the field like a Bengal

[Verse 2]
She a bad b*tch, think I wanna’ keep her (Dylvinci got the code)
The way that she talking, she think that I need her
Up the heat like he catching a fever
Ice on my wrist, you think I’m anemic
Get to the bands, I’m running up digits
Low-key when I slide around the city
I’m in H-town, know I stay sippin’
Not Mike Jones, but I’m steady tippin’
Leave me alone, you not really wit’ me
That boy a clone, he wanna’ be me
Know we gon’ f*ck up a check for no reason
Ballin’ all year, ballin’ out four seasons
He wear a mask, but he not a demon
Have my n*ggas rob you for no reason
These n*ggas hatin’ on me and I’m peepin’
I’m in the water, I’m deep in
[Outro]
Dylvinci got the code
Hey, Glumboy