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808 my crew
Southside

Yeah
It's a wrap, ye ye
She on my lap, ye ye
Way too fast, ye ye
In that new Lamb’, ye ye
Stacking racks, ye ye
Never going back, ye ye
All the drugs, ye ye
In the pack, ye ye
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, runnin’ it up
Your lil b*t*h, she ain't bad, she just a pup
Got that FAMAS, bullpup, ye ye ye ye
Yeah, pop a lil xan, pulling up with you mans, yeah
Lil shawty, I ain’t a fan, but she blow like a fan
So rich buy a hovervan, not no Transit Van, yeah

That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm

It's a wrap, pull up Wraith it’s a wrap
20K that's a rack, that's a rack
It's a wrap, pull up Wraith it’s a wrap
20K that's a rack, that's a rack, ye ye

That’s a wrap, yeah
Pull up the Koenigsеgg 1:ONE not an Agera RS, f**k that lil b*t*h in the front of that brand new Lamb’
Yеah, I just want bands, hop in the Ram, skrt skrt
Balling like Bam, Adebayo, sipping the Coke out the can
Big dog oh yeah, GR3 the way I ball, splash
Yeah, b*t*h I want head, her pu**y red
Pull up on you, roll down the window, make it rain lead
My nine bedroom crib make your townhouse look like a shed
My Crown Vic so lit, when I pulled up the cops f**king fled, yeah
Ayy Mercedes-Benz, hop out the ‘Rari 458 into the Enz’
Feeling Carnage, f**king hella neck, yeah
Pull right up kill some n***as bust for the check
Feeling like Lil Pump and Rich, everybody know I’m next
f**k it, I ain’t next, n***a I’ve been here
Sipping lean like a redneck sipping beer
f**k your G5, personal Boeing 747 ain’t no Leer’
Walking with the gat, I’m every n***as worst fear, yeah

That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm

It's a wrap, pull up Wraith it’s a wrap
20K that's a rack, that's a rack
It's a wrap, pull up Wraith it’s a wrap
20K that's a rack, that's a rack, ye ye

Yes yes, block homie like Ron Artest
Catch you up, put you to the test
Homie’s trying way too hard, I am still unimpressed
Got way too much ice to get off my chest
You pu**y n***as don’t know, I’ll make sure it’s adressed
Yes, it’s not incidental, that my whips are presidential
You n***as ain’t working to your full potential, yeah
It’s not confidential, that I’m one of the most influential
Rappers to deal with the consequences, but it’s essential
Your crib way to residential, mine looking torrential
Raptor with the big ass differential, and the gearbox sequential, yeah
Got some snow dripping off the Rollie, yeah
Big ballin like a n***a playing goalie, yeah
Wrist way too cold, time be moving slowly, yeah
Got some guap, getting guacamole, yeah
Hitting out the park like Holy Moley, yeah
When it comes to whips, mine sing like Bon Jovi, yeah
No need to say my name, your whole fam gonna know me, yeah
Triple pointers in my watch, shooting like Kobe, yeah

That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm
That's just facts, that’s just facts, mm hmm

It's a wrap, pull up Wraith it’s a wrap
20K that's a rack, that's a rack
It's a wrap, pull up Wraith it’s a wrap
20K that's a rack, that's a rack, ye ye

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