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[Intro: luracks]
Luracks, (A-Team shit, nigga) where you get all them racks from?

[Verse: luracks]
Stand on guap, now I'm lookin' tall (Boy-)
All my life, I just wanna ball
Thr33 gon' slide if he get my call (Fuck you, nigga!)
Chris Jericho, I'm breakin' through the walls
I look for opps when in the mall
ARP, if he tryna ball
Up these, nigga, 30 ball in drawls (Straight like that, nigga!)
Flip this Scat, now I look like Paul
All these blues, finna call up Saul
Take his time if he tryna stall
All of this drip, I could do a hall
We call twin Paint because he like to draw
I stay with sharks, so she give me jaws
And I'm damn near perfect, I'on got a flaw
ARP, put him on his shit (That's them?)
I'm Jeff Heath if they send a blitz (Y'all wanna get shot at, nigga?)
I gеt more buckets than the Knicks
12 camе through the back, so I jumped the fence
In the trap, they don't know how it gets
Me in the pot, Granny think its grits
I'on know niggas, why they all exist?
Tryna slime me? Better jumpin' off a cliff
I feel like Sxnta when she playin' tricks
Me and thr33 a marching band with all these sticks
A-Team shit, no, we not a clique
Wet that shot, and I'm 1st draft pick
I got Wockeisha if I'm feelin' sick
Romeo Miller, I'on fuck with Nick
All these dogs, boy, I'm Michael Vick
Waka Flocka when I got some bricks

[Verse: thr33]
(Pshh!)
Ch-Choppa get to shittin' like his stomach hurt
Bl-Blood rushin' through my veins, don't need a Perc
Yo-You is not like that, you was in that Church
Shoot a fat nigga, give 'em tummy tuck
N-Never told the Police, nigga, not today
Slime the fuck out a nigga then I go my way
Bitch, I'm juggin' the plug, it's a piece of cake
'Member I was a young nigga, had to take
Me and Racks gon' run down with that-
Me and Racks gon' run down with that fye
A-A team shit, we gon' make you cry
If you try and run, bitch, we on that ass
Hoe, I'm tryna hit, what the fuck is cuffin'?
My bih' booty soft like a Muffin
M-My name big thr33, not thirty three
And all y'all lame niggas is a dub
Y'all nigga can't compete wit' me
I'm wit' Racks, nigga, innat' V
We do drive-by, put 'em on a Tee
N-No, fuck that, nevermind, we gon' walk down
Two Glocks wit' me, they don't wanna talk now
I had to chase a nigga like we huntin'
If I see a opp, I'm shootin' up the function
And I'm smoking that Mike Tyson, shit punchin'
ARP get to fuckin' crunchin'...
Yo-You not like that
I got Gen 5, I am not fighting
I spy, you can't see me
I'm up now, 'member when you ain't believe me?

[Outro: thr33]
(On God)
(Pshh!)
(Boy)
(Fuck you, nigga!)