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Gang Grrah, like, Rackz, like Rackz, rackz, rackz (Bow-bow-bow) Get back gang (Every opp shot, still the face of the—, grrah) It's me, Yus and Rackz, like Got the Gz and the Primes in the back How we hidin'? They know where we at Dissin' on the guys, get turned to a pack (Grrt, bow) Farewell if you spinnin' my block Wildin', hop out, clickin' on the opps I'm that n***a, I think they forgot Thumbin' through hundreds, yeah, I get a lot I'm like, "Yus, Blacc, we movin' too hot but we too tact" I got a few straps, but I know the opps ain't gon' boom back They just stay watchin' face and watchin' the [?] Smokin' opps to the face, you know that I'm dumpin' And the got it so laced, it's f**kin' my lungs up He be doin' the race, how the f**k he gon' run up? Like, got a beam on the chop, if he talkin' on bro Like, spin through, hop out, there he go If he throw up a O, that's a no Like, try to run, ain't no where he could go I got my AR-15, wit' a scope I'm the face of the Bronx, gotta clutch on a pole Better up, no perc, I'ma up it and throw Chase Down Gang, tried to run, he was slow These n***as ain't f**kin' wit' me This b*t*hes be broke and they f**kin' for free Me and bro, been spinnin' for weeks I told 'em, "Click on the first one we see" Off a perc, I'ma rap to the beat Slide first, put that boy on a Tee Dumb n***as got lined by a treesh Lackin' for pu**y, how stupid is he? 3 ooters so boy, ain't no room in the V Streets called, so I move wit' the heat How stupid is he? When it get dark, put his ooter to sleep They know how I rock, I'm in tune wit' the streets I maneuver and creep You in tune wit' the V? I'm always on go, he a**umin' it's beef Ayo Rackz, like, they want 'em dead, might dump in all black They like, "Yus, you move too tact" He thought it was me, he was lookin' at Blacc Pop out, give rid of Matt Like, blitz through the front, I'ma blitz through the back Like, on a drill, try to run, get 'em packed Get the addy, we blitzin' Bro saw a clique and then he keep on clickin' Put a 30, in this Smith & He tried to run on his mans but he tripped 'em F**k a TV, we put 'em on Citizen It's a gangster party, you ain't gettin' in Put the beam to his cap, I ain't missin' 'em He got hit wit' that heat, left 'em sizzlin' Heard the word in the streets? I'm Rackz, I don't say a word when it's beef You can't talk 'bout my life, you ain't livin' in You can't tote by my side, you ain't spinnin' in And I'm always outside, I be spinnin' sh*t Redrrdrr, slide the drum, it got a kick in it Off [?], she takin' pics wit' it Let that bread talk, I'ma be flippin' it Like, grrah, grrah (Bow-bow) Big-big-big drum, got a kick When I slide through blick, all runnin' and trip Leave 'em done, you a snitch They don't want me and brodie to blitz Big drum, got a kick When I slide through blick, all runnin' and trip When we spin, had 'em runnin' and sh*t I know a opp that got beat and went out by kick When we spin, had 'em duckin' and sh*t Beam on his head, if he bluffin' and sh*t Bullets hit em, he gushin' and sh*t Knocks all big, I ain't clutchin' this sh*t Ooter go kuu, he legit Wanna blow when I blitz, it's just me and my stick
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