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 fuck 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