So Wat Yeat

[Intro]
Whole lotta racks (He slayed this one)
Whole lotta yeah, Whole lotta racks (Rision, fuck this shit 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, bitch, ?
Bitch said want my money so I don’t even care
Yeah, life’s not fair