[Chorus: yvngxchris & Lil Tecca]
Racks in the safe
Don't really spend, got them racks in the safe
And that bitch from the trenches, got rats in her place
I got bitches on bitches, like bro, why the fuck would I go masturbate?
I was movin' that weight, goddamn
And I'm feelin' dorky, calculate, goddamn
And you broke as fuck, I can't relate, goddamn
And the UK plug, he call me, "Mate", goddamn
And she throw that shit back
I hop on the track with the violins, I orchestrate, goddamn
And a nigga feel like Bella Thorne (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot reap, but I'm makin' 'em shake, goddamn
[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I am not takin' no breaks, goddamn
How they gon' fuck up my mood? They fans
I givе a fuck about who? My bands
You don't want clash with my crew, my clan
She was just doin' too much, had to tell hеr she trippin'
You 'bout to do my mans
Hop on a track and I feel like I'm Jordan, Chris, Pippen
We 'bout to make the chants
I count my money, nowadays I swear this shit regular
This shit is never a drought
Feel like the map, the way I be just movin' around
I'm in the North and the South
Taz, he just told me, "Bro, you gotta drop a new hit"
"That be a whole 'nother house"
You could realize that everybody really don't fuck with you if you really look around
[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Racks in the safe
Don't really spend, got them racks in the safe
And that bitch from the trenches, got rats in her place
I got bitches on bitches, like bro, why the fuck would I go masturbate?
I was movin' that weight, goddamn
And I'm feelin' dorky, calculate, goddamn
And you broke as fuck, I can't relate, goddamn
And the UK plug, he call me, "Mate", goddamn
And she throw that shit back
I hop on the track with the violins, I orchestrate, goddamn
And a nigga feel like Bella Thorne
No, I cannot reap, but I'm makin' 'em shake, goddamn
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
Hit a nigga with a choppa, make a nigga back-back
And I really was bossin' up in a fuckin' Cadillac
And lil' shorty was toppin', I told her nigga, "Suck a sack"
And I'm posted with Tecca, he got 'em runnin' like a track
Got 'em runnin'
Got a nigga runnin' like he a sprinter
I'ma hit it one time and then I'm passin' to my nigga
If I see a lil' pussy nigga be talkin', I'ma get him
Do a nigga like gym class, damn, I'm finna split him
We get it, I'm tryna take a lil' fuck nigga necklace
I'm tryna catch him when it's least expected
When I beat from the back, I pull out her extensions
If she don't fuck with yvngxchris, bitch, you gotta exit
And she told me she love me, bitch, I swear to God, I didn't open the message, damn
She tryna to love me, I'm just tryna fuck her
Bitch, we got two different intentions, damn
[Chorus: yvngxchris]
Racks in the safe
Don't really spend, got them racks in the safe
And that bitch from the trenches, got rats in her place
I got bitches on bitches, like bro, why the fuck would I go masturbate?
I was movin' that weight, goddamn
And I'm feelin' dorky, calculate, goddamn
And you broke as fuck, I can't relate, goddamn
And the UK plug, he call me, "Mate", goddamn
And she throw that shit back
I hop on the track with the violins, I orchestrate, goddamn
And a nigga feel like Bella Thorne
No, I cannot reap, but I'm makin' 'em shake, goddamn
Racks in The Safe was written by Lil Tecca & yvngxchris.