Yung Drippy - Big Racks 2 Lyrics

Bitch I count up big racks
223 gone push your shit back, Draco got that kickback
You gone get your shit snatched
We gone snap 'em like a Kit-Kat
I was talking tough but now I'm chilling where your bitch at
He was talking tough so we just killed 'em with his bitch ass
I drive to the hoop I take a lay just like I'm Tristan Jass
I been getting money now I'm seeing why these niggas mad
You don't gotta be scared lil baby hit the gas (Yeah)
Chilling in the Stu I got the semi tucked
Yung Drippy Dri I'm getting plenty bucks
It's really hard to make it you just might need luck
I broke her heart but I don't give a tiny fuck (Yeah)
Creep up on his block, we gone light him up
I was tryna purchase 10 percs he like "is 9 enough?"
I ain't wit that internet beef ain't wit that typing stuff
Now I drive the I8, used to ride the high bus
Bitch I count up big racks
223 gone push your shit back, Draco got that kickback
You gone get your shit snatched
We gone snap 'em like a Kit-Kat
I was talking tough but now I'm chilling where your bitch at
He was talking tough so we just killed 'em with his bitch ass
I drive to the hoop I take a lay just like I'm Tristan Jass
I been getting money now I'm seeing why these niggas mad
You don't gotta be scared lil baby hit the gas

Bitch I count up big racks
223 gone push your shit back, Draco got that kickback
You gone get your shit snatched
We gone snap 'em like a Kit-Kat
I was talking tough but now I'm chilling where your bitch at
He was talking tough so we just killed 'em with his bitch ass
I drive to the hoop I take a lay just like I'm Tristan Jass
I been getting money now I'm seeing why these niggas mad
You don't gotta be scared lil baby hit the gas (Yeah)
Chilling in the Stu I got the semi tucked
Yung Drippy Dri I'm getting plenty bucks
It's really hard to make it you just might need luck
I broke her heart but I don't give a tiny fuck (Yeah)
Creep up on his block, we gone light him up
I was tryna purchase 10 percs he like "is 9 enough?"
I ain't wit that internet beef ain't wit that typing stuff
Now I drive the I8, used to ride the high bus
Bitch I count up big racks
223 gone push your shit back, Draco got that kickback
You gone get your shit snatched
We gone snap 'em like a Kit-Kat
I was talking tough but now I'm chilling where your bitch at
He was talking tough so we just killed 'em with his bitch ass
I drive to the hoop I take a lay just like I'm Tristan Jass
I been getting money now I'm seeing why these niggas mad
You don't gotta be scared lil baby hit the gas