So Wat lyrics

[Intro]
Whole lotta racks (He slayed this one)
Whole lotta yeah, Whole lotta racks (Rision, f*ck this sh*t up)
Whole lotta yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Whole lotta racks
Whole lotta cash
Whole lotta bags (Yeah)
Whole lotta racks (Yeah)
Whole lotta cash (Yeah)
Whole lotta bands (Yeah)
Whole lotta stash (Yeah)
Whole lotta crack (Yeah)
Whole lotta tweakers
They would eat a crack
You would eat a rack
We can get a wack
We can get a splash
Whole lotta cash
Whole lotta racks
You can’t get a tax
You can’t get a bag
Number (N)ine is back
Baguettes on baguette
I don’t even stretch
We can get a Vans
Whole lotta tax
Yeah I got a tax
Show her whole lotta cash
And I know is kinda fit
Got some Dior kicks
Bought a jacket, made it ref’
When they ask me lotta questions, “How I do?”
It’s like that
‘Cause I’m Yeat and I’m geeked
And I’m really like that
Imma beat, Imma sleep
Imma geek about that
She’s a Snapchat freak, b*tch, ?
b*tch said want my money so I don’t even care
Yeah, life’s not fair
[Verse]
So what? So what?
I had to do and I did it (Oho, yeah)
So what? (So what?)
I know I was wrong, but I’ll admit it (Oho, yeah)
So what? (What?) It’s a million dollar bag wanna split it (f*ck you, yeah)
So what? (So what?)
They say really wanna see how I’ve been livin’, She say “Yeah”
We some million dollar kids
I put the money bout a shoe, but this sh*t gift
And I know they watchin’, they won’t get the how we live
Got two freaky b*tches they’ve been drinkin’ on the fifth
And I know you wanna stand it, but the sh*t not what it is
Stackin’ bottles, f*ckin’ bread and pop the sh*t it’s like a [?]
Label heard they wanna make me ? to the b*tch
Put the 20 milligram inside my body, what is it?
It was lotta f*ckin’ diamonds on my body, look at this
Why the hell you think you with me, what the f*ck you even do?
You ain’t even do sh*t, you better off go on the school
This a demon, there’s some red
There’s a whole lotta rules
Now my wrist leakin’, got a private jet, my juice
Now on private jet on a flight with a lotta booze
Gotta handle sh*t, so how can i lose?
I won’t ever switched up, don’t get it confused, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Whole lotta racks
Whole lotta racks
Yeah
Whole lotta racks
Whole lotta yeah

[Chorus]
Whole lotta racks
Whole lotta cash
Whole lotta bags (Yeah)
Whole lotta racks (Yeah)
Whole lotta cash (Yeah)
Whole lotta bands (Yeah)
Whole lotta stash (Yeah)
Whole lotta crack (Yeah)
Whole lotta tweakers
They would eat a crack
You would eat a rack
We can get a wack
We can get a splash
Whole lotta cash
Whole lotta racks
You can’t get a tax
You can’t get a bag
Number (N)ine is back
Baguettes on baguette
I don’t even stretch
We can get a Vans
Whole lotta tax
Yeah I got a tax
Show her whole lotta cash
And I know is kinda fit
Got some Dior kicks
Bought a jacket, made it ref’
When they ask me lotta questions, “How I do?”
It’s like that
‘Cause I’m Yeat and I’m geeked
And I’m really like that
Imma beat, Imma sleep
Imma geek about that
She’s a Snapchat freak, b*tch, ?
b*tch said want my money so I don’t even care
Yeah, life’s not fair
[Outro]
Yeah