Rat Race

Lyrics

[Intro] (Dylvinci got the code) (Hey, Glumboy) A-Aye [Chorus] That boy broke, he in last place For the money, you know it's a rat race I'ma get to it, I'on care what a bitch say Let the choppa' and it sing like Whitney If you a opp, you'on wanna' go against me Free Tay-K and free Lil' [?] Sippin' lean, ain't sippin' no Remy Exotic gas, you know I smoke good weed These boys broke, don't even believe 'em I gotta' get to the bag 'cause I need 'em Stack up the money, know I gotta' keep 'em The way that I smoke, you'll think it's illegal Stay down, always stay wit' my people Know that we in thе field like a Bengal [Verse] Shе a bad bitch, think I wanna' keep her (Dylvinci got the code) The way that she talking, she think that I need her Up the heat like he catching a fever Ice on my wrist, you think I'm anemic Get to the bands, I'm running up digits Low-key when I slide around the city I'm in H-town, know I stay sippin' Not Mike Jones, but I'm steady tippin' Leave me alone, you not really wit' me That boy a clone, he wanna' be me Know we gon' fuck up a check for no reason Ballin' all year, ballin' out four seasons He wear a mask, but he not a demon Have my niggas rob you for no reason These niggas hatin' on me and I'm peepin' I'm in the water, I'm deep in That boy broke, he ain't got no bands, man (Dylvinci got the code) Fucking his bitch 'cause she is a fan (Hey, Glumboy) [Chorus] That boy broke, he in last place For the money, you know it's a rat race I'ma get to it, I'on care what a bitch say Let the choppa' and it sing like Whitney If you a opp, you'on wanna' go against me Free Tay-K and free Lil' [?] Sippin' lean, ain't sippin' no Remy Exotic gas, you know I smoke good weed These boys broke, don't even believe 'em I gotta' get to the bag 'cause I need 'em Stack up the money, know I gotta' keep 'em The way that I smoke, you'll think it's illegal Stay down, always stay wit' my people Know that we in the field like a Bengal [Verse 2] She a bad bitch, think I wanna' keep her (Dylvinci got the code) The way that she talking, she think that I need her Up the heat like he catching a fever Ice on my wrist, you think I'm anemic Get to the bands, I'm running up digits Low-key when I slide around the city I'm in H-town, know I stay sippin' Not Mike Jones, but I'm steady tippin' Leave me alone, you not really wit' me That boy a clone, he wanna' be me Know we gon' fuck up a check for no reason Ballin' all year, ballin' out four seasons He wear a mask, but he not a demon Have my niggas rob you for no reason These niggas hatin' on me and I'm peepin' I'm in the water, I'm deep in [Outro] Dylvinci got the code Hey, Glumboy