How in the f*ck could you do me like that
Gave all my love there's no gettin it back
Now imma just get to the racks
Now imma just get to the racks
All of my raps they be sellin like crack and
Brought to the game what I thought it was lackin
We be blowing that fire like a dragon
High in the sky like Aladdin
Got a few knots in my pocket
Bouta blast off like a rocket
Okay i might change the topic
They so focused on the object
I'm so focused on the concept
Yea I'mm talkin bout my mindset
Why you focused on what i get
Gross what I net, hard to digest
Pockets was on slim, gastric bypass
Focused on the benjamins, no vivanz
Bitches be so bad, had me in a trance
I dont need a gat, just to make em dance
I don't need my dad, just to be a man
When I make mistakes, take it on the chin
When I get too low, get the juice and jin
Its That Fellow, now you know who it is
Now you know who you f*ckin with
I can not f*ck on a groupie bitch
I don't know who she is, who she wit
I don't know who he is, who he wit
I just hit this whole beat with a full clip
Ballin like im kobe, in a new whip
That Fellow asterisks
Bitch I'm a pacifist
I want the baddest bitch
Think I jus hit the switch
Now maybe it'll click
Livin in a movie, like a flick
Chillin with women who like to lick
You aint gotta lie to kick it
Interested in real estate like Scott Disick
I'm here to shake the game like Bisquick
I don't hate cause my bankroll and bitch lit
I want my rolly so cold that my wrist sick
Too much attention, might get addicted
My girl hotter than this record is
Bouta make it seem like these other dudes spittin sedatives
They do it for clout and they selfish
They do it for clout and they selfish
Smokin on wedding cake
Workin for better days
Smokin on wedding cake
Workin for better days
I cannot hesitate
I had to elevate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Bitch I run it up
How in the f*ck could you do me like that
Gave all my love there's no gettin it back
Now imma just get to the racks
Now imma just get to the racks
That Fellow - Get to the Racks Lyrics
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How in the f*ck could you do me like that
Gave all my love there's no gettin it back
Now imma just get to the racks
Now imma just get to the racks
All of my raps they be sellin like crack and
Brought to the game what I thought it was lackin
We be blowing that fire like a dragon
High in the sky like Aladdin
Got a few knots in my pocket
Bouta blast off like a rocket
Okay i might change the topic
They so focused on the object
I'm so focused on the concept
Yea I'mm talkin bout my mindset
Why you focused on what i get
Gross what I net, hard to digest
Pockets was on slim, gastric bypass
Focused on the benjamins, no vivanz
Bitches be so bad, had me in a trance
I dont need a gat, just to make em dance
I don't need my dad, just to be a man
When I make mistakes, take it on the chin
When I get too low, get the juice and jin
Its That Fellow, now you know who it is
Now you know who you f*ckin with
I can not f*ck on a groupie bitch
I don't know who she is, who she wit
I don't know who he is, who he wit
I just hit this whole beat with a full clip
Ballin like im kobe, in a new whip
That Fellow asterisks
Bitch I'm a pacifist
I want the baddest bitch
Think I jus hit the switch
Now maybe it'll click
Livin in a movie, like a flick
Chillin with women who like to lick
You aint gotta lie to kick it
Interested in real estate like Scott Disick
I'm here to shake the game like Bisquick
I don't hate cause my bankroll and bitch lit
I want my rolly so cold that my wrist sick
Too much attention, might get addicted
My girl hotter than this record is
Bouta make it seem like these other dudes spittin sedatives
They do it for clout and they selfish
They do it for clout and they selfish
Smokin on wedding cake
Workin for better days
Smokin on wedding cake
Workin for better days
I cannot hesitate
I had to elevate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Bitch I run it up
How in the f*ck could you do me like that
Gave all my love there's no gettin it back
Now imma just get to the racks
Now imma just get to the racks
Gave all my love there's no gettin it back
Now imma just get to the racks
Now imma just get to the racks
All of my raps they be sellin like crack and
Brought to the game what I thought it was lackin
We be blowing that fire like a dragon
High in the sky like Aladdin
Got a few knots in my pocket
Bouta blast off like a rocket
Okay i might change the topic
They so focused on the object
I'm so focused on the concept
Yea I'mm talkin bout my mindset
Why you focused on what i get
Gross what I net, hard to digest
Pockets was on slim, gastric bypass
Focused on the benjamins, no vivanz
Bitches be so bad, had me in a trance
I dont need a gat, just to make em dance
I don't need my dad, just to be a man
When I make mistakes, take it on the chin
When I get too low, get the juice and jin
Its That Fellow, now you know who it is
Now you know who you f*ckin with
I can not f*ck on a groupie bitch
I don't know who she is, who she wit
I don't know who he is, who he wit
I just hit this whole beat with a full clip
Ballin like im kobe, in a new whip
That Fellow asterisks
Bitch I'm a pacifist
I want the baddest bitch
Think I jus hit the switch
Now maybe it'll click
Livin in a movie, like a flick
Chillin with women who like to lick
You aint gotta lie to kick it
Interested in real estate like Scott Disick
I'm here to shake the game like Bisquick
I don't hate cause my bankroll and bitch lit
I want my rolly so cold that my wrist sick
Too much attention, might get addicted
My girl hotter than this record is
Bouta make it seem like these other dudes spittin sedatives
They do it for clout and they selfish
They do it for clout and they selfish
Smokin on wedding cake
Workin for better days
Smokin on wedding cake
Workin for better days
I cannot hesitate
I had to elevate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Level up and let em hate
Bitch I run it up
How in the f*ck could you do me like that
Gave all my love there's no gettin it back
Now imma just get to the racks
Now imma just get to the racks
Writer: Gerald Mastro
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid