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Letra : Poetry
Whole lotta' racks on me at the moment
Beee
Beee
L-L-L-L-Leesta
Sky is my hero
Woahhh woah, woah
Damn near feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you-you is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater, it's Stoney
She speaking in cursive my bitch write poetry
Them diamonds hit when I hop out, you notice me
I f*cked the baddest bitch shit she used to ain't notice me
Neon kicks [?], they glowing
ACOG scope, let's blow it
That nigga ain't bout that shit, that nigga trolling
Driving a new coupe and it's stolen
Put some racks on your head, now you can't focus
Shits so surreal, yeah
Blowing a bag with no deal, woah
Sippin on tussin' I'm chill, yeah
Like f*ck all my exes for real, yeah
Oxycontin in love with them pills
I ain't sipping that shit that ain't sealed
My niggas shootin' so crazy, Shawn Marion
Oh, you talking bout' bands? Then carry on
I'm smoking on loud that clarion
Who the f*ck is these guys, oblivion
Smoke in [?] that shit American
Percocet took me to the stars like alien
Diamonds they wet than aquarium
I love these racks think I'm finna marry em'
Count up the racks like every day, yeah
Five-star restaurants every day
She cut me off I ain't like her anyway
I was gonna break that bitch heart yeah anyway
I pick the racks over you yeah any day
Take that lil' bitch to Celine on her birthday
I'm smoking on green like its f*cking Earth Day
I just take this perc it got me OK
Damn it feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you-you is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater [?] Stony
Beee
Beee
L-L-L-L-Leesta
Sky is my hero
Woahhh woah, woah
Damn near feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you-you is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater, it's Stoney
She speaking in cursive my bitch write poetry
Them diamonds hit when I hop out, you notice me
I f*cked the baddest bitch shit she used to ain't notice me
Neon kicks [?], they glowing
ACOG scope, let's blow it
That nigga ain't bout that shit, that nigga trolling
Driving a new coupe and it's stolen
Put some racks on your head, now you can't focus
Shits so surreal, yeah
Blowing a bag with no deal, woah
Sippin on tussin' I'm chill, yeah
Like f*ck all my exes for real, yeah
Oxycontin in love with them pills
I ain't sipping that shit that ain't sealed
My niggas shootin' so crazy, Shawn Marion
Oh, you talking bout' bands? Then carry on
I'm smoking on loud that clarion
Who the f*ck is these guys, oblivion
Smoke in [?] that shit American
Percocet took me to the stars like alien
Diamonds they wet than aquarium
I love these racks think I'm finna marry em'
Count up the racks like every day, yeah
Five-star restaurants every day
She cut me off I ain't like her anyway
I was gonna break that bitch heart yeah anyway
I pick the racks over you yeah any day
Take that lil' bitch to Celine on her birthday
I'm smoking on green like its f*cking Earth Day
I just take this perc it got me OK
Damn it feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you-you is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater [?] Stony
