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Yeah
All these racks count, n***a
Uh, uh, yeah
D-D-D-D-DJ OB1

These n***as still out here cappin' (yeah)
I get that paper and add it (Yeah)
I made a check off of rappin' (Yeah)
I had to take out the trash (Yeah)
(Let's go, huh)
I dropped a bag on my denim (Uh)
Bullets hot, they finna get him (Blatt)
Bullets gon' f**k up his rental (Yeah)
I left that hoe 'cause she extra (Yeah)
Y'all got her thinkin' she special (Ha)
We gon' run down, it ain't special (Uh)
AR-15 got a vessel (Yeah)
I swear that choppa gon' bless you (Blatt)
Choppa on me, finna stretch you (Stretch you)
I left that hoe, yeah, I miss her (Yeah)
White hoe, she call me a— (Yeah)
Keep makin' my racks, they bigger (Mid)
I got a Tommy, no Figer (Yeah)
Bad hoe, she a gold digger (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, ah)
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' b*t*h, haha)
(OB1)

I can tote the heavy metal (Ha)
This hoe think she special (Yeah)
I think I could use a medal (Yeah)
I used to trap off a telephone
I'm finna bust down a bezel (Yeah)
I keep a Glock, I won't wrestle (Yeah)
Hunnid shots up at his rental (Hunnid shots up in his rental)
I left that hoe, yeah, I miss her, huh
He want the drop for a pistol
I just cashed out on a fisker
These n***as still out here cappin' (Yeah)
I done fell in love with fashion (Yeah)
It's [?] like I'm a fascist (Yeah)
This M6 here is the fastest (Yeah)
He gon' disappear like magic (Just like some magic)
I throw the set up and stack it (Set up and stack it)
I count them hunnids, then stack it
I treat the hoe like trash
Lil' foreign car and it's fast (Yeah)
And I swear I got so much cash
These knots all up in my bag (Yeah)
I'm in H-Town bein' bad (Yeah)

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