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rack it - yung yizzo lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
oh god
sheesh, woah
yizzo

[chorus]

i got too many bands, i got too many plans
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up

[verse: yung yizzo]

i been thinking about coppin’ a rollie
popping pill xans mostly
adderall keep me up n-gga
jolly ranchers in the cup n-gga
last week took a lost
this week i doubled up n-gga
other day u ain’t f-ck baby
today don’t say what up to me
bread always is the topic
foreign looking like a rocket, yeah
yiz dripping like a faucet, whoa
b-tches like me yeah i’m awesome
she looking tasty and she chocolate
they checking for me but i got it
only p i f-ck is profit
when i drop the d that’s deposit
i be on my sh-t every day
flexing up counted 100k
blessed thank god when i pray
my shooters still closed they eye when they spray
i be on my sh-t every day
flexing up counted 100k
blessed thank god when i pray
my shooters still closed they eye when they spray

[chorus]

i got too many bands, i got too many plans
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up

[verse: trurebel migs]

tru
straight to the mula
on my medulla
oblongata
money we habla
talkin’ them commas
she on my cama
cuz the aroma
p-ssy a-coma
she getting’ old now
i need a new one
making them faces
i need them blue ones
straight to the baha
i’m in my zone now, jumper on agua
fourth quarter bron bron
i cannot foul out yelling’ out and one
i’m throwing elbows
stadium pack out
we playing’ jailball
you in the nosebleeds
giving your two cents
i’m dishing dimes out
you cannot be in the plans
you cannot be in the plans
all that i see is bags
all that i see is bags
lookin’ at me you mad
lookin’ at me you mad
i cannot be your man
i cannot be your man

[chorus]

i got too many bands, i got too many plans
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
i got too many bands, i got too many plans
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up
stack it up, rack it up

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