Yeat - Give My Last lyrics

[Chorus: Surf] fu*k from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack Got my gang right behind me with them gats, they attack He a opp, he gon' tell, he a rat, that's a fact For a bag, she gon' put her haul back on the mat (Mm, Darkboy) We get guap, we gettin' knots (Knots) She wanna fight, I wanna stop (Stop) I put a bracelet on my wrist, flooded with rocks, how could I not? (Not) Shoes Off-White, they got a tag (Tag) My b*tch bad, she got a bag (Bag) Risk your life, goin' out sad (Sad) For my gang, I'll give my last, uh (Last) [Verse 1: Surf] Pick up the pace, pick up the, pick up the pace Pick up the, pick up the face Look at your face, look at your, look at your face Look at your, look at your face Pop me a bean, I'm finna go do the race, I'm finna go do the race I need a rack, I'm finna stop at the Chase, I'm finna stop at the Chase All white Cs inside in the coupe, that sh*t just look like mayo (Mayo) Brand new whip just came out yesterday, it's just a day old (Day old) She said I gotta stop lyin' to her, I'm like, "Okay, ho" (Okay, ho) Yeah, kept this jack on my SBs, I feel like I was Faygo (SoFaygo) Yeah, drive the whip all night, I swerve the Bimmer left to right (Uh) Girl, I'm from the hood, I still eat hot sauce on my rice (Rice), yeah Walk a day in my shoes, man, I wanna see you try, yeah (Yeah) Nike checks on me, won't see walkin' in no stripes (Nah) [Chorus: Surf] fu*k from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack Got my gang right behind me with them gats, they attack (Hey, hey, hey) He a opp, he gon' tell, he a rat, that's a fact (Yeah, yeah, yeah) For a bag, she gon' put her haul back on the mat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha) We get guap, we gettin' knots (Knots) She wanna fight, I wanna stop (Stop) I put a bracelet on my wrist (Wrist), flooded with rocks, how could I not? (Woah) Shoes Off-White, they got a tag (Tag) My b*tch bad, she got a bag (Bag, bag) Risk your life, goin' out sad (Yeah, yeah) For my gang, I'll give my last (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Yeat] 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 ass b*tches su*kin' dick at my way [Chorus: Surf] fu*k from the back, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack) Got my gang right behind me with them gats, they attack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) He a opp, he gon' tell, he a rat, that's a fact For a bag, she gon' put her haul back on the mat (Woah, woah, woah) We get guap, we gettin' knots (Knots) She wanna fight, I wanna stop (Stop) I put a bracelet on my wrist (Wrist), flooded with rocks, how could I not? (Not) Shoes Off-White, they got a tag (Woah, woah) My b*tch bad, she got a bag (Woah, woah) Risk your life, goin' out sad (Woah, woah) For my gang, I'll give my last (Woah)