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Hitechstef
Racks, nah
Yuki Production
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Greed, wake up
Yeah, yeah

I'm sippin' on drank, I'm sippin' on syrup (Yeah)
Hop on that beat, and I'm finna kill it (Kill it)
Hop on that beat, and I'm finna drill it (Drill it)
We got an opp, and we finna spill it (Yeah)
He leavin' a pint, knowin' I'ma steal it
He cryin' to me, I don't got no feelings (Yeah)
I'm wearin' all black, I look like a villain
My money tall, it's touchin' the ceilin' (Phew)
I got the racks, it look appealin'
I got the nine, gotta come see me
I'm still doin' Xans, b*t*h, I ain't healin'
Designer'ed down from head to toe (Yeah)
I'm smokin' Za' on the boat
Lil' b*t*h, she a not, she a jokе
Pop these pills, feel I'm finna float

Pop them pills I ain't еven know, yeah
Don't even know why I do it, yeah
I just be gettin' too booted, okay (Yeah)
All of my b*t*hes too rude (Yeah)
I call up my shooter, he know what to do
Choppa go "Blatt", to a n***a cranium
I'm finna up the fire, then f**kin' aim at him (Yeah)
They steal the swag, yeah, that n***a savin' him
A** turn from six to a hunnid, runnin' up nothin'
Shooters, they walk to the spot when I'm gunnin'
Hit a jugg, then I'm runnin'
Pa** me the blunt (Yeah)
He finna f**k up the function
I made a bag just by rappin' 'bout dumb sh*t
I'm in the cut like [?], pull up and dump sh*t
Proud of that ho, yeah, I got that dumb b*t*h
Then she tried eatin' me up, like a crumb, b*t*h (Ha, yeah, ha)
Yeah, racks on me, too easy (Damn)
I spent a band on a new Moncleezy
They ain't tricklin' [?], get too dizzy
I just poured the Wock' in the cup, too fizzy
N***a, I'm in this bit', finna release two-fifty
I'ma take a trip, and your ho gettin' with me
(Ah, slatt)

Fit on me, yeah, I been runnin' it up
These n***as a**, I'ma keep it a buck (Yeah)
I got a big a** AR in the truck (Yeah)
She wanna love me, I don't give a f**k
She came to my crib, and she wanna get f**ked (F**ked)
You talkin' that sh*t, swear you testin' your luck (Phew)
I feel like a squirrel, 'cause I just wanna nut
Leavin' Slump and had to tell her, "What's up?"
Leavin' Slump, I had to give her a band
I got a lil' b*t*h, she slow down with my hand
She follow my music, I'm f**kin' a fan
I hop in a jet, then I hop in a Lamb'
I up the stick, and he mo'f**kin' ran
I made so much music, I'm winnin' a [?] (Wow)
That b*t*h a ho, she be runnin' around
Free all my n***as who stuck in the pound
They wanna know me, I ain't goin' down
F**k with my stage, she f**k with my sound
I been on Tris, I'm foolin' around
If he try to hop on the wave, he gon' drown
You ballin' and sh*t, but you was out-of-bounds
He was just toppin', but I'm f**kin' her now
7.62 leave that boy in the ground (Yeah)
N***as are bitin', they're stealin' the sound
And the n***as that's with you just bringin' you down
SRT, n***a, this sh*t goin' "Rawr"
Talkin' down, n***a, the gang gonna prowl
I don't f**k with that b*t*h, tell that ho, "Move around"
Black and white diamonds, this sh*t like a cow
And this sh*t on my neck cost me four-hunnid thou'
Out the picture, had to cut that sh*t out
I don't f**k with her, had to cut that sh*t out
Your b*t*h don't know sh*t, had to run it back
Tried spinnin' the eight, runnin' it back (Yeah)
I'm tryna find where the hunnids at
B*t*h, I only go where the money is at
I'm on the tallest b*t*h sh*t, b*t*h, you livin' in a shack (Brr)
I'm finna ball on these n***as, n***a on you if you talkin' sh*t (Big body)

Yeah, ha
Tried to up, you can't
[?], n***a, pay your rent
I'ma put him in the dirt and go out that sh*t
Feel like Che, n***a, give me that sh*t
Finna go to war, n***a, give me that sh*t
(Wish he would, give me that sh*t)

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