Laundry Lyrics - Yung Mal

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Quill] 

So many racks up on me 

'Cause that's what it ought to be 

I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry 

These percocets I'm on it 

I just poured up promethazine 

My neck got thirty pointers 

I'm just workin' my corners, uh 

Look at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it 

I'm swervin' when I hit the express 

Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck 

I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes 

Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet 

Came up in the trap where the killers be at 

For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck 

Get the fuck outta here, no you not with the set 

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[Verse 1: Yung Mal] 

You not with the set, you not with the gang 

Had to run up a check, now they speak on my name 

Keep it real 'til I die, this shit run through my veins 

Promethazine, percocet for the pain 

Got your bitch at the spot, I drug dick in your main 

Rock a show in New York then I catch me a plane 

I'm in love with VS, put that shit on my chain 

First nigga put the boogers on the plain 

I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it ought to be 

I go to trial, I beat the case, nigga my lawyer talk for me 

I'm up like every morning, I'm tryna count a hundred G's 

Foreign bitch at my penthouse, she do my laundry 

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[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Quill] 

So many racks up on me 

'Cause that's what it ought to be 

I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry 

These percocets I'm on it 

I just poured up promethazine 

My neck got thirty pointers 

I'm just workin' my corners, uh 

Look at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it 

I'm swervin' when I hit the express 

Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck 

I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes 

Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet 

Came up in the trap where the killers be at 

For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck 

Get the fuck outta here, no you not with the set 

[Verse 2: LIl Quill] 

Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherfuckin' Lear 

Strapped with that stick, it gon' tear down a motherfucker's ear 

My nigga go to trial, no switchin' these motherfuckin' gears 

I don't need no pen and pad, I'm straight out the ears 

[?] geeked up they be thinkin' he sippin' on beers 

Lil Marco record it but I'm finna go give [?] 

Don't know where your ho at but she finna come over here 

Toast up to success, hah, cheers 

All these racks I got 

I'm finna go to the lot and I'm finna buy that bitch out 

Look at all this gas I got 

Finna roll up a three-five and I'm finna go up on Live 

Ain't no cappin', bitch we cashin' out 

And me and brothers gon' ride, no we ain't gon' never collide 

I just pulled up at the fuckin' lot 

And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive 

[Chorus: Yung Mal & Lil Quill] 

So many racks up on me 

'Cause that's what it ought to be 

I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry 

These percocets I'm on it 

I just poured up promethazine 

My neck got thirty pointers 

I'm just workin' my corners, uh 

Look at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it 

I'm swervin' when I hit the express 

Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck 

I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes 

Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet 

Came up in the trap where the killers be at 

For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck 

Get the fuck outta here, no you not with the set