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I'm spendin' ten racks How I'm startin' my day These n***as love to hate We get to pullin' on blocks N***as jump in the gate Could've f**ked first night Got the face, I can see the racks On Casey, the sh*t outrageous Pockets like a phone book Got pages, I don't f**k with these n***as They callin' me racist, f**k n***a play We erase em', gang! Reach for my chain, don't do that We on these f**k n***as top, like some hair And a doorag, dropped fifteen hundred On a shoe bag, fifty percent GD other fifty Throwin' blue rags, gotta be worth it I'm spendin' my cash on it Bankroll green, like gra** on it Hop in a b*t*h, skirt off This b*t*h got no tag on it No Jimmy Nuetron, I'ma blast homie This sh*t here, ain't no where else I got this sh*t off the top shelf Cookin' this sh*t like top chef I keep a [?] on stage if I can't bring my Glock there Trap house jumpin' out the gym, we got hops there Pulled up to make a play, it was cops there Spent five times, one day Tried to pop some, and doing all my shows Give a f**k if it's the opps there I'ma spazz out, crash out In the street like the verses Ain't goin' for three bands now I'ma cash cow, I'ma cash out He tried to keep up with money but lil' buddy He done ran out, we had spinned in a Benz We done ran down, he went to shootin' A lil' nine but this Mac [?] stand out Walked in the room, had her a** out I'm countin' dineros, I'm handlin' my business I'ma man now, roll up the opps And we smoke em', I got my d**k in her mouth In her throat, I'ma choke her I can barely breathe, thick gold choker We got foreign and old schools Dre pull up on a floater Phone ringin' think I need a Motorola Cinco a migo, I do this sh*t here for the culture I'ma shoot and he gon' shoot too I ain't do no talking, we just get to blowin' Like a flute, b*t*h I'ma country boy Stop all [?] no back in I ain't comin' out (Ayy) Hit from the back and I pull her hair I get to pull up and shootin' Swear to God I don't who to spare Ice on my neck like a cooler there .308 bullets so big, swear to God I can shoot a bear, say "you got racks" Who you foolin' there? Truckload pull up and treat the scene Like a [?] I get to floatin' and rollin' in motion They like "lil' n***a stop that" I keep the strap, swear to God They know I'ma pop that I don't beef with lil' boys Where ya pops at? He done went broke, now his baby mama All on my [?] She givin' long neck like a ostrich I stay flyer than the two lil' dudes in the c*ckpit No 4th of July, I'ma pop sh*t, gang!
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