Racks in The Safe lyrics

[Chorus: yvngxchris & Lil Tecca]
Racks in the safe
Don't really spend, got them racks in the safe
And that b*tch from the trenches, got rats in her place
I got b*tches on b*tches, like bro, why the f*ck would I go masturbate?
I was movin' that weight, goddamn
And I'm feelin' dorky, calculate, goddamn
And you broke as f*ck, I can't relate, goddamn
And the UK plug, he call me, "Mate", goddamn
And she throw that sh*t back
I hop on the track with the violins, I orchestrate, goddamn
And a n*gga feel like Bella Thorne (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot reap, but I'm makin' 'em shake, goddamn

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I am not takin' no breaks, goddamn
How they gon' f*ck up my mood? They fans
I givе a f*ck about who? My bands
You don't want clash with my crew, my clan
She was just doin' too much, had to tell hеr she trippin'
You 'bout to do my mans
Hop on a track and I feel like I'm Jordan, Chris, Pippen
We 'bout to make the chants
I count my money, nowadays I swear this sh*t regular
This sh*t is never a drought
Feel like the map, the way I be just movin' around
I'm in the North and the South
Taz, he just told me, "Bro, you gotta drop a new hit"
"That be a whole 'nother house"
You could realize that everybody really don't f*ck with you if you really look around
[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Racks in the safe
Don't really spend, got them racks in the safe
And that b*tch from the trenches, got rats in her place
I got b*tches on b*tches, like bro, why the f*ck would I go masturbate?
I was movin' that weight, goddamn
And I'm feelin' dorky, calculate, goddamn
And you broke as f*ck, I can't relate, goddamn
And the UK plug, he call me, "Mate", goddamn
And she throw that sh*t back
I hop on the track with the violins, I orchestrate, goddamn
And a n*gga feel like Bella Thorne
No, I cannot reap, but I'm makin' 'em shake, goddamn

[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
Hit a n*gga with a choppa, make a n*gga back-back
And I really was bossin' up in a f*ckin' Cadillac
And lil' shorty was toppin', I told her n*gga, "Suck a sack"
And I'm posted with Tecca, he got 'em runnin' like a track
Got 'em runnin'
Got a n*gga runnin' like he a sprinter
I'ma hit it one time and then I'm passin' to my n*gga
If I see a lil' pus*y n*gga be talkin', I'ma get him
Do a n*gga like gym class, damn, I'm finna split him
We get it, I'm tryna take a lil' f*ck n*gga necklace
I'm tryna catch him when it's least expected
When I beat from the back, I pull out her extensions
If she don't f*ck with yvngxchris, b*tch, you gotta exit
And she told me she love me, b*tch, I swear to God, I didn't open the message, damn
She tryna to love me, I'm just tryna f*ck her
b*tch, we got two different intentions, damn
[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Racks in the safe
Don't really spend, got them racks in the safe
And that b*tch from the trenches, got rats in her place
I got b*tches on b*tches, like bro, why the f*ck would I go masturbate?
I was movin' that weight, goddamn
And I'm feelin' dorky, calculate, goddamn
And you broke as f*ck, I can't relate, goddamn
And the UK plug, he call me, "Mate", goddamn
And she throw that sh*t back
I hop on the track with the violins, I orchestrate, goddamn
And a n*gga feel like Bella Thorne
No, I cannot reap, but I'm makin' 'em shake, goddamn