Yung Drippy - For My Real Ones Lyrics

Get your racks up, get your stacks up
In the trap house, with the Mac tucked
Blow her back out, toot that ass up
I was down bad, now I'm back up
Put that V in reverse then we back up
In the field making plays Michael Gallup
Young bull played me his song I said that's tuff
Sneak dissing no we don't do that stuff
You wasn't there when we only had Pennies we couldn't even add up
Some nigga told me that I don't get money that shit made me crack up
Me and my niggas just wanted some love and affection cause that's what he lacked of
Brodie please pour that wock in that half cup
OG steady beating the pack up
OG steady beating the pack
Moving tact nigga I cannot lack
I done been on the road to the racks
If I left you behind bitch I'm not looking back
Mom dukes told me keep it a stack
You really think you could live off of flipping these packs
Hell nah I'm just trying to make a sack
And I ain't stopping till get a plaque
If I don't get a plaque then I guess that it's back to the block, guess it's back to the block
We was ducking the feds so we had to put crack in a box, we put crack in a box
Brodie went broke he invested in stocks
Dolce Gabbanna the brand on my socks
Some niggas think it's all fun and games
Til they catch you lacking on that block
(Till they catch you lacking on that what)
(Till they catch you lacking on that block)
(Catch you lacking on that block)
(And they caught em lacking on that block)
Get your racks up, get your stacks up
In the trap house, with the Mac tucked
Blow her back out, toot that ass up
I was down bad, now I'm back up
Put that V in reverse then we back up
In the field making plays Michael Gallup
Young bull played me his song I said that's tuff
Sneak dissing no we don't do that stuff
You wasn't there when we only had Pennies we couldn't even add up
Some nigga told me that I don't get money that shit made me crack up
Me and my niggas just wanted some love and affection cause that's what he lacked of
Brodie please pour that wock in that half cup
OG steady beating the pack up
Black and white dunks on my feet the bitches call em pandas
I be mixing Wockhardt with the Fanta
Shorty went broke and turned into a dancer
Some people lose they life because of cancer
I just popped a perc cause that's the answer
I ball hard like Toby on the Lancers
Brodie making plays he out New Hampshire
I be in the field I'm not a panther
OG told me to hop off the porch I said uncle I'm still wearing pampers
I was always Lil Drip 23 but I switched up my name the Washington Commanders
I met a white plug out Maine and brodies name was tanner
I'm just trying to be a young black king shoutout Deon Sanders
Get your racks up, get your stacks up
In the trap house, with the Mac tucked
Blow her back out, toot that ass up
I was down bad, now I'm back up
Put that V in reverse then we back up
In the field making plays Michael Gallup
Young bull played me his song I said that's tuff
Sneak dissing no we don't do that stuff
You wasn't there when we only had Pennies we couldn't even add up
Some nigga told me that I don't get money that shit made me crack up
Me and my niggas just wanted some love and affection cause that's what he lacked of
Brodie please pour that wock in that half cup
OG steady beating the pack up