Lyrics Racist - Mak11 , Kp28

Yeah, let's go
Alright
Let's go, let's go
Alright, let's go
Alright

Stackin' the money all the way from the floor, I swear that this shit is amazing
I don't understand how I keep gettin' richer 'cause this money, I am not savin', no
Don't understand why your girl keep on callin' me, no I'm not the one that savin', no
V-12 that's all on my whip, that's the reason why a nigga be racin', uh
V-12 that's all on my whip, that's the reason why a nigga be racin', yeah
We knock off the competition, go for the kill, no, we not gonna graze him, uh
Yeah, gotta have patience, yeah, I fuck your bitch 'til she shakin', yeah
New York vibe with me, she Haitian, yeah
Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, yeah
Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, uh
You fell in love with a basic
Diamonds all white, I'ma base it
I swear this shit is evasive, uh
These niggas, they turned to rats, whoa
I saw your name on the paper, uh
Ten million for my new crib, whoa
I saw Lil Vert on the paper, uh
I swear my house is too big, uh
I don't even know my neighbours, whoa
They got G-Wagons and shit, yeah
I think my neighbours, they Asian, uh
Man, I wish I just had money
Sometimes I wish that I wasn't even famous
I don't even think it sometimes
I just live in the moment my new whip is brainless
Life is the worst pain
So all the pain that y'all bring me is painless
I just pulled up with a lil' nice bitch
And y'all say she a dime, that ain't even my main chick
Tell 'em get out my way, yeah
I need space, yeah
Tell 'em get out my way, uh
I swear I need space, uh
Tell her get out my way, uh
Tell her get out my face, yeah
I'm not worried 'bout them, uh
40 that's on my waist, yeah
I blend in, camo, I mix my bev, yeah
I know that's his girl but that's my bae

You know I'm addicted to money, if I cannot get it, I swear I'ma take it
And bitches be all on my dick, but they only on me 'cause they know that I'm famous
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist
If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist

Hop out the whip dressed in all black
That bitch wanna think that I'm racist
She look at my drip and she look at the clique
So baby don't flip I'm not basic
I'm smoking on piff with the squad
That shit be so strong it's amazing
I'm with it I'll hit from the back and then dash
I'm feeling like I'm running bases
My dick on her tongue watch her taste it
She adding my songs to her playlist
I'm working up hard to obtain this
I'll load up the chopper it's leaving you faceless
Shawty gon say that I'm hard
So I know that nothing ain't going down painless
I'm maxing my card at the bank
Just to buy a new coupe and I'll pawn it for racing
Gimme a minute, aye
I'll call up A Boogie, Lil Uzi gon spray
Me and MAK we go cray with the gang
We doing our thing we got shit to convey
Ex bitch looking rough like a stray
Big zips coming in by the bag
All this money man my pants gon sag
We gon pull up in a Rari or Jag, aye

Black snap back hat
Black track jacket
Black strap and it's blazing
Backpack full of pack
Can't cap Mak
Stacking up them racks like he racing
That's that that's a fact
Can't backtrack
Acting up get smacked in the face then
Rat tatta tat tat
Blatt blatt blattt
Rappers coming whack I erase them
Smoking inside of the whip
Lil shawty be riding the dick
It's fye when I spit
On go I'm on grind I can't quit
If an op wanna try me get hit
Imma ride with the clique
Aye
I saw em all eyeing my fits
Admiring my drip
But I got my mind on my biz
I'm slime but I ain't gonna slip
I'm fly as it gets
And high off a zip
I'm hustling ounces
I'm tryna get rich
A youngin gon count this
And pile up them chips
They come with the house dip
Want ice on my wrist
And rugs by the couches