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Tana Hendrix

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Trap out the vacant We keeping it open
Heart on my sleeve and o think that it's broken
Racks over bitches you know that's my slogan
Buss out the britches these stitches hulk hogan
Four pockets full and the blues I be stroking
Mouth full of gold when I speak that's a token
Put this shit on and the smell know it's potent
Feeling like Gucci with shooters I'm rolling
Bag in a bag really having this motion
I'm in the trap over time overdosing
Thumbing through racks when I blink losing focus
Ink in my skin but this Glock is the closest
Trap out the vacant We keeping it open
Heart on my sleeve and i think that it's broken
Racks over bitches you know that's my slogan
Buss out the britches these stitches hulk hogan
Trap with the cheetahs you know that we keep a spot
Fighting these papers , get paper I keep a Glock
Still paid in full money Mitch bitch I need a knot
Stuffing a bag cause it's f*ck it I need a lot
Feeling like Jeezy can't die so I trap a lot
Pro with a tool when I slide cause I wrapped alot
Jays out the window still serving when backing out
Passenger drac yeah you know I can pack it out
Pull up on water I hit til she tapping out
Pussy vv's so you know ain't no blacking out
Dropping the top get the head in a fraction now
Oooh she exotic like zazy I'm packing now
Know I can't trust her so how could I love her
If I'm in my feelings you know ima dub her
Back to the streets and I'm nothing but trouble
Pink and these blues they can't fold gotta huddle
Trap out the vacant We keeping it open
Heart on my sleeve and o think that it's broken
Racks over bitches you know that's my slogan
Buss out the britches these stitches hulk hogan
Four pockets full and the blues I be stroking
Mouth full of gold when I speak that's a token
Put this shit on and the smell know it's potent
Feeling like Gucci with shooters I'm rolling
I'm in a bag we'll just call it my mini me
Trapping swiping it just boosting my energy
Cheif with a stick in the field think I'm Vietnamese
Double G's twins number nine not a little league
Down on my dick I remember it was ugly
Now I'm that nigga these Niggas can't f*ck with me
Smoking on super bad bitches mc'lovin me
Can't hit my weed told that bitch
Don't you touch on me
In me not on me put drip with fashion
Opp to a pack know it's Za when I'm ashing
Bags out from Cali the trap really slapping
Stranger than fiction these racks can't imagine
Do what they can't cause I did what they haven't
Wake up let's get it they think that I'm fasting
Mixing these drugs like a chemist it's madness
Rush for the rackies I feel like a addict
Trap out the vacant We keeping it open
Heart on my sleeve and o think that it's broken
Racks over bitches you know that's my slogan
Buss out the britches these stitches hulk hogan
Four pockets full and the blues I be stroking
Mouth full of gold when I speak that's a token
Put this shit on and the smell know it's potent
Feeling like Gucci with shooters I'm rolling
Bag in a bag really having this motion
I'm in the trap over time overdosing
Thumbing through racks when I blink losing focus
Ink in my skin but this Glock is the closest
Trap out the vacant We keeping it open
Heart on my sleeve and i think that it's broken
Racks over bitches you know that's my slogan
Buss out the britches these stitches hulk hogan

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