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{Intro}
Nate
GloryTee

[Chorus]
Racks they fit in my pocket
These niggas they just talkin'
I told that lil bitch to stop it
Bro got a frrrrr
Bro got a [?] he gon' spark it
I got the green like a martian

[Verse]
Uhh, I'm in this bitch and I'm sick, yah
Look at my fit cost yo rent, yeah
Smokin' on gas by the cent, yeah
Wock and it still got me bent, yeah
All black windows it's tint, yeah
She wanna come to my place
[?] like a slave
That bitch a thot can't be saved
Nigga you don't wanna race
These niggas broke and its tragic, yeah
I got a line Ima pass it
Drug test I won't pass it
These niggas talkin' then pass it
Ima be back on my dad shit
Put that lil' boy in a casket
That nigga be on that rat shit
She like that I be on rap shit
I need some cough syrup
Havе anybody got syrup?
Please don't try to be a hеro
I need the money, dinero
You keep that blick, I don't fear hoes
That [?] sound like a b-roll
[?] I see through the peephole
My bitch she bad and I'm [?]
Yeah, these niggas keep on dissin'
I'm sippin' drop yeah, the tristin
She wanna fuck yeah, I get it
I'm finna run up some digits
All of ya'll rappers some bitches
Look at my neck it's pissin'
Y'all niggas got me pissed off
Police they took my dawg
This bitch annoyin' fuck off
Y'all don't like me fuck y'all
Fuck y'all
Yeah, fuck y'a-

[Chorus]
Racks they fit in my pocket
These niggas they just talkin'
I told that lil bitch to stop it
Bro got a frrrrr
Bro got a [?] he gon' spark it
I got the green like a martian