Lyrics MORNING RACKS by Afourteen

(Mm, Darkboy)

I just wake up and get racks (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' two hundred in the Cayenne, 'bout to crash (Yeah)
Mix the X with Perc', it's the best (Yeah, boot up)
They don't be geekin' up like this, they all cap (Hey, lyin')
Yeah, told her, "I love this sh*t, turn it sideways" (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way (I done it)
Got a big ol' Cayenne in the driveway (Yeah)
Got these bad a** b*t*hes suckin' d**k at my way (Yeah, yeah)

Got the Moncler on, okay, okay, okay, okay, let's go
I hop out the tank, hop in the X6
I hopped up in thе trap and got some cash, it looks like bands to me
I hop up out thе trap, call me, she Chrome Heart with the Vetement
I love how my life is, uh, iced in the burg
Like we insane in the beat, yeah, in the Maybach we gon' swerve
You ain't steppin' out like me, yeah
I love it when they say they want smoke, that's a movie that I pull up
And I'm finna have a heart attack, mix Cognac with the buddha

Yeah, I pulled up and I slide on him
Opp say he want smoke, then I'm fightin' him
Yeah, say he want a gun fight
I'm outside, it's alright
Yeah, you know I walk around with no protection
If you gon' run up on me, I'll teach yo a** a lesson
Yeah, I will never stress him, I know you won't press him
See VVS's on my neck, you know I'm never flexin'
I just wake up and get racks (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' two hundred in the Cayenne, 'bout to crash (Yeah)
Mix the X with Perc', it's the best (Yeah, boot up)
They don't be geekin' up like this, they all cap (Hey, lyin')
Yeah, told her, "I love this sh*t, turn it sideways" (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way (I done it)
Got a big ol' Cayenne in the driveway (Yeah)
Got these bad a** b*t*hes suckin' d**k at my way

I just went out and got brand new Balenci's, I [?] got the number
I thought that maybe we had something different, but I forgot you was just mine for the summer
Then hop out the jag, double C on my feet with the Louie, we all know, n***a, I'm a stunter
Boy dropped out of school, they thought we was gon' flop, but it was just like [?], turned that to a come up
N***a, we was on the road doin' shows
Everyday a different city, everyday a different ho
Me and Louis V on, what are those?
Spendin' a bag when I step on Melrose
Take care of my fit, every stunt is a pose
suppose
That sh*t hard when you countin' [?]
Put my heart in this sh*t and my soul
Fake diamonds, not on my watch
on my watch
I'm in the back of the Benz now I'm sippin' on drop
When you run up that sh*t to the tippity-top
and f**k on a thot
I still remember when they told me to stop
Yeah, too much money in these pants, I gotta hold 'em
I can't watch, they need to hold up
Walk in the bank [?] he not my brother
I don't even f**kin' know ya
So many digits, I don't know which way for [?]
And you ain't gettin' much hotter than me
And I hang out the door sending shots for my team
Yeah, somebody find that sh*t, I'm geekin' hard on this bean (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I never popped a Perc, but the Quaalude hit me
Gettin' to that green, like I don't even eat it
You can remain an idea, hope I never meet you
All that sippin', sippin', sippin', I got drugs in my b*t*h
I've been strugglin' twenty-four seven with addiction
Work on this sh*t everyday, I forgot what I'm missin'
I don't feel anything anymore, someone help me
N***as hatin', they would rather do this sh*t without me
I haven't eaten in a while, it isn't healthy
Gettin' to the green like there's only trees around me
Same n***as askin' me for something used to clown me
You n***as astound me, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pop (I pop), the Percs and the lean (Lean)
Say some more sh*t I don't believe
I smoke so much gas, I forget how to exist
I count all this cash, ball- ballin' like a fist
I smoke out this Backwood, not no bowl, I ain't no fish
Geekin' off of the drugs, b*t*h, I'm dyin' everyday
No, no, no, for the hoes, all that sh*t get in the way
And I know this so long, I'ma do it anyway
I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I do is count bands
Uh, the second thing I do is pop a Perc in both hands
Uh, third thing that I do is f**k your b*t*h
Fourth thing that I do is f**k your b*t*h again
I done been through stuff like that, I think I start to break, yeah
Diamonds [?] so I think I'm gonna wait, yeah
I got so much money, I told it to go away, yeah
I'm countin' all these bands, yeah, [?]

I just wake up and get racks (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' two hundred in the Cayenne, 'bout to crash (Yeah)
Mix the X with Perc', it's the best (Yeah, boot up)
They don't be geekin' up like this, they all cap (Hey, lyin')
Yeah, told her, "I love this sh*t, turn it sideways" (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way (I done it)
Got a big ol' Cayenne in the driveway (Yeah)
Got these bad a** b*t*hes suckin' d**k at my way

Yeah
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
High off [?]
I try [?]
Walk in like I give a f**k
camouflaged
Step on my motherf**kin' [?]
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-pew (P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pew)
I know you see it, [?]
f**king a**hole, hole
Hole, hole, hole, hole, hole, hole

Hm-m-mm, hmm
Hm-m-m-m-mm, hm-m-m-m-m-mm
Hmm, hmm-m-m-mm
Hmm-m-mm, hmm
Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh

I just wake up and get racks (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' two hundred in the Cayenne, 'bout to crash (Yeah)
Mix the X with Perc', it's the best (Yeah, boot up)
They don't be geekin' up like this, they all cap (Hey, lyin')
Yeah, told her, "I love this sh*t, turn it sideways" (Yah, yah)
Brought the Patek out, did it my way (I done it)
Got a big ol' Cayenne in the driveway (Yeah)
Got these bad a** b*t*hes suckin' d**k at my way

(Mm, Darkboy)