Sprinter Van Lyrics

Yeah

Run up them racks give a fuck bout the weather

Run up them racks give a fuck bout the weather

(Give a fuck bout the weather)

Uh

Yeah

Uh

Look

Run up them racks give a fuck bout the weather

These niggas keep talkin' bout bags, I got several

I'm in a Hemi, might smash on the pedal

He speak on the gang, we gon' hop out a sprinter van

He mad that his girlfriend, she been a fan

Stack up them chips, get the fuck, nigga, stick to the plan

He ain't talkin' that cash, I don't know what he sayin'

Free Trevy Trev, my bro locked in that can

Diamonds dancin', they on my wrist

Canada Goose and the Gucci, she know i'm the man

And that shit ain't debated at all

They want me to fall

If I want you dead all it takes is a call

My brothers some dogs, we don't dap, nigga give me a paw

I walk in the mall, I don't fuck 'round I ball

Brodie omerta, he blind, he don't know what he saw

These niggas some slouches while i'm standing tall

Okay, maybe they get it

I had to take me some risks to get figures

She ain't my type, i'm in love with her figure

Brodie turn on that flashlight, make him get the picture

She wasn't up to my standards so I had to ditch her

I know I ain't gon call her, i'll still get her digits

I keep racks in rotation, sumn just like a fidget

Her new nigga a lame, yeah, I know she must miss me, yeah

Run up them racks give a fuck bout the weather

These niggas keep talkin' bout bags, I got several

I'm in a Hemi, might smash on the pedal

He speak on the gang, we gon' hop out a sprinter van

He mad that his girlfriend, she been a fan

Stack up them chips, get the fuck, nigga, stick to the plan

He ain't talkin' that cash, I don't know what he sayin'

Free Trevy Trev, my bro locked in that can