Mayberryy - Racks (feat. Kid Kloudy) Lyrics

Tried to block her number
Now she hit me on the e-mail
Shorty did me dirty, now I never trust a female
Kloudy run up on you, watch how he gon catch you lacking
Brodie never capping, so we always make it happen
Whipping in the phantom, put the petal to the medal
I'ma set the bar, so you never reach my level
I know that I made it when my idols turn to rivals
Put it on the Bible, I'ma go and claim the title

I'm bout to go and get paid
Look at the money I made
Stacking the racks everyday
You gonna catch my fade
All I be getting is bands
I make it clap with no hands
I turn the haters to fans
Turn up, make you dance
You cant replicate the things that I create
Girl, I'm never gonna take you on a date
Get up out my face, I really need some space
Just sit back and watch the way I operate

I'm in a mode
Never gonna take me out of my zone
Now I'm real bad, down to the bone
I'm just tryna go and sit on the throne
Gotta go and do it all on my own
I be smelling good, got the cologne
Watch your mouth when you speak on the phone
Now I'm bout to go and carry the load

I told my dawg I slap it with like 9 if he put 7 on it
Dude was hype as hell about a pound because he needed payment
We can slap these packs or rip these tracks
It's 2 ways we can make it
Gone for 8 months, I wasn't resting, I was beating cases
Me and Kolbi sat inside the room, but bitch, we didn't say shit
Me and B been plotting on a tape, but we won't keep ya'll waiting
Bout to eyeball half a zip because my skate been shaking
Niggas hating on me tryna kill me so I know I made it
65 seconds on this beat, but ya'll gone know my name, bitch
Kloudy with a K, I'm stomping hard, left footprints in the pavement
Niggas out here snitching cuz they broke, I call them hoes free agents
Came a long way from making songs down in my Granny's basement
Bitch you only mad because I'm on and my whole team gone eat
Niggas quick to tweet and hit I.G, but they wont link with me
Niggas making threats with no action, pussy talk is cheap
Niggas cross the street when they see me, so why should I worry
Dropping 30, no jersey, no curry
He a hooper, im a shooter
F*ck with B, I bet he call me, we like Shaq and Penny how he ooped you
Dropping 30, no jersey, no curry
He a hooper, im a shooter
F*ck with B, I bet he call me, we like Shaq and Penny how he ooped you

I'm bout to go and get paid
Look at the money I made
Stacking the racks everyday
You gonna catch my fade
All I be getting is bands
I make it clap with no hands
I turn the haters to fans
Turn up, make you dance
You cant replicate the things that I create
Girl, I'm never gonna take you on a date
Get up out my face, I really need some space
Just sit back and watch the way I operate