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[Hook J Neat & Supawassi] (x2)
My trap house running back to back
Don't play no tennis but I got them racks
She a lil' freak might do the gang
Shooting shots, aim at yo' brain
Me and J Neat that's back to back
We wipe ya' nose, yeah that's a pack
She eat me up like a snack
No tennis but we got rickety racks

[Verse 1: J Neat & Supawassi]
T house gettin' rickety racks
Water whip I bring it back
Nose be running ‘cause I ran
See the cops then I dash
It's on my lap, it got no stash
It's on my hip so fuck a stash
He moving feisty, we took his face
I'm smokin' demi', that pack got no name
Wipe ya' nose don't leave a trace
Like Tay-K we do the race
Got them bands just for the case
Got the cake just like I bake
She want my time, I'm on a plane
Fuck feelings we catching flights
Even on red, my shooters on green light
VVS my diamonds bright

[Hook] (x2)
My trap house running back to back
Don't play no tennis but I got them racks
She a lil' freak might do the gang
Shooting shots, aim at yo' brain
Me and J Neat that's back to back
We wipe ya' nose, yeah that's a pack
She eat me up like a snack
No tennis but we got rickety racks

[Verse 2]
Walk up hoodied up then I blast
Half these niggas' rap be cap
I feel like Tony in the trap
Cartier frames I see the bag
We at yo' neck if you got a tag
I need a lambo, not a Jag'
I need the fancy shit I never had
Mr. Wassi got niggas mad, yeah
Too much drip don't slip, yeah
I gotta walk my stick, yeah
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Zombie tips up in the fifth, yeah
If you wanna get rich, you take risks, yeah
You can lose yo' life in a blink, wlatt
Like base ball like pitched
Might lose more than a brick, yeah
Might lose yo' head if you don't think, yeah
Extended clip up in a compact
I'll kill him if he right or wrong, fam
Remember going halves 'til the mornin'
Now we in the Benz and we tourin'
Hard times in the rain, it was pourin'
No bacon I'm tired of pigs
Watch how I change the way that I live
Poppin' 'em perks and I can't quit
My trigger finger always itch
Hit her once and then dismiss
I'm too neat when I shot I swish
Came off right up off the bridge
Now I got ice just like a fridge
He want smoke, we at his lid
These niggas cap, they work at Lids
She want Chris, I feed her dick
You want the forty or the fifth
Ain't no raunch, I made him dip
Rise that shit off the hip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We rise that shit off the hip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We rise that shit off the hip

[Hook] (x2)
My trap house running back to back
Don't play no tennis but I got them racks
She a lil' freak might do the gang
Shooting shots, aim at yo' brain
Me and J Neat that's back to back
We wipe ya' nose, yeah that's a pack
She eat me up like a snack
No tennis but we got rickety racks