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(Verse)
I want the racks, I get em' going
I'm in the back, smoking on strong
We on your block, you wanna talk
(?)
I got on designer whenever I walk
He talkin' wild, we gettin' him gone
Off of the gas, I'm way too gone
Yeah, ha
He talkin' shit but his bitch with us
He talkin' but you won't spin on us
You on yo ass, give it up
Sippin' on drop like I'm sick or sum
You know we keepin' them sticks with us
We gonna tote on the hundred round drum
Talkin' that shit, are you dumb or what?
In the droptop like fuck it up
I had to get up and run it up
Boy you know I cannot trust no one
Bitch you know I turn nothing into some
Bitch you know I ain't showing no love
Bitch I hit it then you gotta go
Bitch I'm countin' racks but I need more
Bitch I'm bringing them bands out the store (Ha)
I swear that thе money be takin' control
I been with the gang, wе play with them rolls
Hop in that foreign, bitch go
She wanna fuck, bitch no
They on my dick, bitch I've been the goat
Say you get money, that's fishy no? (Ha)