killjxhn - wyra Lyrics

Hush
Where your racks at?
Where your bag go?
Smokin' bad gas, with a bad hoe
First she real sad, now she a mad hoe
Smokin' real gas, smokin' real dope
Where your racks at, lil' nigga?
Where your cash at, lil' nigga?
And the Drac' got a flash, like pictures
Even if you run, lil' boy, we gon' get you
I cut a bitch off, just like some scissors
Mixin' up potions just like a wizard
I'm in the trap smokin' on Swishers
If he talkin down, hang him like a nigger

Where yo racks at? Ha
Where yo bag at?
Ha
Got a big Mac, ha
In that Hellcat, ha
My car matte black, ha
In that scatpack, ha
She's a gnat, gnat, ha
In that track, Trackhawk
Drac' go blatt, blatt, ha
He a rat, rat, ha
He talkin' shit on Snapchat
He talkin' shit, now he up in a pack
Bullets on his face, call out a face tat
Ballin' like Kobe, put me in the drafts
Makin' her scream, breakin' her back
Boy, where yo racks and where yo bag?

Where your racks at?
Where your bag go?
Smokin' bad gas, with a bad hoe
First she real sad, now she a mad hoe
Smokin' real gas, smokin' real dope
Where your racks at, lil' nigga?
Where your cash at, lil' nigga?
And the Drac' got a flash, like pictures
Even if you run, lil' boy, we gon' get you
I cut a bitch off, just like some scissors
Mixin' up potions just like a wizard
I'm in the trap smokin' on Swishers
If he talkin down, hang him like a nigger

Huh, bands, get em
Huh, racks, spend em
Huh, my pants denim
Huh, Drac' gon' end em
Huh, Drac' gon' trim em
Huh, Drac' gon' hit em
Huh, I'm a bag getter
Huh, I'm a rack spender
Huh, I put him in a blender
Neck so cold like winter
I can't f*ck with no gingers
That nigga a lame, that nigga on Tinder
Eat yo bitch up like dinner
He took five shots, but I'm still uninjured
I got five Ws, I'ma winner
I pray to God, but I'm still a sinner

Where your racks at?
Where your bag go?
Smokin' bad gas, with a bad hoe
First she real sad, now she a mad hoe
Smokin' real gas, smokin' real dope
Where your racks at, lil' nigga?
Where your cash at, lil' nigga?
And the Drac' got a flash, like pictures
Even if you run, lil' boy, we gon' get you
I cut a bitch off, just like some scissors
Mixin' up potions just like a wizard
I'm in the trap smokin' on Swishers
If he talkin down, hang him like a nigger

Racks on me, ha
This bag ain't free, ha
Backdoor, I creep, ha
Cowboy, yee-haw
You bleed, I bleed, ha
Got her on her knees, ha
Censor that boy like bleep, ha
Can't mess with no treesh, ha

Where your racks at?
Where your bag go?
Smokin' bad gas, with a bad hoe
First she real sad, now she a mad hoe
Smokin' real gas, smokin' real dope