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Letra : Racks to the Hood
Ou
Okay, okay, ou
Okay cool
Ou
Okay, okay, ou
Okay, [?], ou
Aye, aye, Swerve where the f**k you go bro? (I'm right here, I'm right here bro)
Oh, alright
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin' want me to shoot n***as just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street n***as still bring racks to the hood
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Young n***a, I been so misunderstood
We turn the block into the Cabin in the Woods
Call me Gru, I wish a n***a would
I sold him rerock, you could see thе fuzz
Big ass shotgun, I'm Elmer Fudd
You could tell how he movin' hе really a blood
I told [?] I got the supply, Xanman once upon a time
My old plug said "Lets take a ride"
He screamin' and panic, we deep fryin'
Ran in this hoe and tied his unc' to a [?], Like "Where all that gas that you tried to hide?"
He be trippin, Glock sayin' look in my eyes, I'm only gonna ask you one time
12 thinkin' that they got it this time, another suspect identified
I love big Drake, you know we gon' spin the guys
b*t*h too toxic, I think she a Gemini
I'm seein' red but I'm not the crimson guy
Told his ass go to sleep like he is hypnotized
Dropped out of school, I don't know how to simplify
He put in a order ain't know it was missing fries
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin' want me to shoot n***as just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street n***as still bring racks to the hood
My 5'6 n***a bang blood like Suge
Say he wanna kill me, well okay you should
Set a n***a up through a b*t*h from the hood
Count money up like—, it felt too good
Choppa gon' shoot, and make him ugh
I'm in the coupe, this b*t*h run
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Couple AP's I still wanna flood
Couple of b*t*hes I'm tryna f**k
She know that I'm up but I don't give a f**k
I got big rolls, hella hoes, now she wanna suck
New ARP and it's f**kin' 'em up
If I miss my shot then a n***a in luck
When we in public we keepin' 'em tuck
I know some n***as I really can't trust
Sippin' on Tris, he sippin' on Tuss'
.30 gon' slide in a stolo truck
And me and Rino finna pour a 4 up
They be like "Jace but you finna go up"
Brand new drake, that b*t*h don't got a butt
She gotta lil' pretty face but she don't got a butt
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin' want me to shoot n***as just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street n***as still bring racks to the hood
My 5'6 n***a bang blood like Suge
Okay, okay, ou
Okay cool
Ou
Okay, okay, ou
Okay, [?], ou
Aye, aye, Swerve where the f**k you go bro? (I'm right here, I'm right here bro)
Oh, alright
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin' want me to shoot n***as just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street n***as still bring racks to the hood
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Young n***a, I been so misunderstood
We turn the block into the Cabin in the Woods
Call me Gru, I wish a n***a would
I sold him rerock, you could see thе fuzz
Big ass shotgun, I'm Elmer Fudd
You could tell how he movin' hе really a blood
I told [?] I got the supply, Xanman once upon a time
My old plug said "Lets take a ride"
He screamin' and panic, we deep fryin'
Ran in this hoe and tied his unc' to a [?], Like "Where all that gas that you tried to hide?"
He be trippin, Glock sayin' look in my eyes, I'm only gonna ask you one time
12 thinkin' that they got it this time, another suspect identified
I love big Drake, you know we gon' spin the guys
b*t*h too toxic, I think she a Gemini
I'm seein' red but I'm not the crimson guy
Told his ass go to sleep like he is hypnotized
Dropped out of school, I don't know how to simplify
He put in a order ain't know it was missing fries
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin' want me to shoot n***as just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street n***as still bring racks to the hood
My 5'6 n***a bang blood like Suge
Say he wanna kill me, well okay you should
Set a n***a up through a b*t*h from the hood
Count money up like—, it felt too good
Choppa gon' shoot, and make him ugh
I'm in the coupe, this b*t*h run
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Couple AP's I still wanna flood
Couple of b*t*hes I'm tryna f**k
She know that I'm up but I don't give a f**k
I got big rolls, hella hoes, now she wanna suck
New ARP and it's f**kin' 'em up
If I miss my shot then a n***a in luck
When we in public we keepin' 'em tuck
I know some n***as I really can't trust
Sippin' on Tris, he sippin' on Tuss'
.30 gon' slide in a stolo truck
And me and Rino finna pour a 4 up
They be like "Jace but you finna go up"
Brand new drake, that b*t*h don't got a butt
She gotta lil' pretty face but she don't got a butt
Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A youngin' want me to shoot n***as just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street n***as still bring racks to the hood
My 5'6 n***a bang blood like Suge
