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[Chorus: $oFaygo]
This ain't that
I'm just tryna count up big racks
I'ma up the Glock and make a boy get back
[?] lil' baby, you know I can't lack
Get the backend, know I'ma make that ho lose track
Lil' hothead nigga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a nigga feedback
Chopper ring a nigga down, now a nigga see that
Freeband, nigga, that's all on me
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a nigga like green
This lavish life something you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
The flexing done really got a nigga heated
She got down, told that girl eat it

[Verse 1: TayStunna]
Bitch, you know I count up these racks
Bad bitch, yeah, she throw it back
.223 'cause I'm toting these packs
Get you a hustle that'll always last
'Cause, bitch, I gotta get my cash
You know I always got it up on me
And you know my ex bitch hate that
I'm dripping and my pockets looking real fat
Spend a bag and I'll make it right back, yeah
Big bands up on me
[?] sipping codeine
Thirties of promethazine, yeah
I know she like that, yeah
She tryna stack

[Chorus: $oFaygo]
This ain't that
I'm just tryna count up big racks
I'ma up the Glock and make a boy get back
[?] lil' baby, you know I can't lack
Get the backend, know I'ma make that ho lose track
Lil' hothead nigga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a nigga feedback
Chopper ring a nigga down, now a nigga see that
Freeband, nigga, that's all on me
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a nigga like green
This lavish life something you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
The flexing done really got a nigga heated
She got down, told that girl eat it

[Verse 2: TayStunna]
Bitch, you know I got that spider pack
Smoking this dro, ain't smoking on crack
Be careful what you say 'cause this choopa gon' blast
It'll blow yo shit right fucking back
Take this bar and you fucking kack
Yo bitch looking right at my rubber bands
She sucking my dick and she don't use no muhfuckin' hands

[Chorus: $oFaygo]
This ain't that
I'm just tryna count up big racks
I'ma up the Glock and make a boy get back
[?] lil' baby, you know I can't lack
Get the backend, know I'ma make that ho lose track
Lil' hothead nigga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a nigga feedback
Chopper ring a nigga down, now a nigga see that
Freeband, nigga, that's all on me
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a nigga like green
This lavish life something you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
The flexing done really got a nigga heated
She got down, told that girl eat it