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Blatt, bih', blatt, hold up | Racks, I got racks (yeah) | Money in my pants make me sag (yeah)
(Sonic Boom) Blatt, bih', blatt, hold up Racks, I got racks (yeah) Money in my pants make me sag (yeah) My bitch on my dick, she got me mad (yeah) I pull Glock 9s and I blast (blatt, blast, hol' up) I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag) Shawty wanna fuck on Carti 'cause he got cash (he got cash) I got Chrome Hearts (I got Chrome Heart) I got die hards (I got die hard) I got bad bitches (I got bad), they in College Park (they in College) I'm on the Southside (I'm on the South), I got a Glock 9 (I got a Glock 9) And it's 29, blatt, blatt, hol' up (bitch, slatt, yeah) Fuck your side, hold up (fuck your side) Nigga, we talking 'bout cash, young nigga got money Nigga, we talking 'bout bags, keep popping bags now (two bags, yeah) I'm on the block with the gats and I'm gon' tax now I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' wack now (blatt, yeah) AP watch, it's two-tone (two, two, AP) Gon' fuck that bitch, riding home, yeah (fuck that bih', riding home) I'm on the block, I'm in the zone (I'm on the block, I'm in the zone) Don't get me out my zone (don't get me out my zone) Get me out my zone (bad bitch) Bad bitch, yeah, she tryna get flown (blah, check it out) Bad bitches tryna rock VLONE (yeah, check it out) Yeah, R.I.P. X, nigga Tatted on my chest, nigga Butterfly doors on the 'vette, nigga I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah) I can't fuck with none of these lames, they a fuckin' lie (rah) Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah) I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah) I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with the grease, I'm serving Five Guys (woo) If you ain't got no racks, don't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah (woo) You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah (yeah, broke) They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob, ah (no) Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, that's not my job (nah) All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil' jog) Make him pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (bah-bah-bah) All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah (ah) How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy (rah) We got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah) Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go) Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain Bitch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling (phew) Ridin' in a double-R Tonka, bitch, stars in the ceiling (woo) Ooh, yeah, hey (hey), walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up (woo) We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (okay) I just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (fuck 'em) Fuckin' on your thot, fuckin' on your friend (huh, yeah, fuck 'em) I can't fuck with nobody, that's not my best friend (not my friend) I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank I can't fuck with nobody, I'm sellin' stain (stain) I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah) I can't fuck with none of these lames, they a fuckin' lie (rah) These bitches fuck me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi (buddy) I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi) I fucked your bitch and I might fuck her buddy, hol' up (buddy) Racks, I got racks (yeah) Money in my pants make me sag (yeah) My bitch on my dick, she got me mad (yeah) I pull Glock 9s and I blast (blatt, blast, hol' up)
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