Racks
Aanex
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Somethin', somethin' Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin' (Bitch) (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building) Huh? Yeah, uh Everyday chasin' the racks (Oh yeah) They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq (Oh yeah) Guaranteein' I came up on a sack nigga (Uh-huh) Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh) Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh) You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah) You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah) My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula Look at my bank account, shit is gargantuan I'm not from this planet, I feel like a Namekian Your nigga a dummy, he just like a mannequin I'm fresh to death, bitch, I feel like a mannequin Havoc come, savages causin' insanity If you f*ck with my friends, my girl, or my momma I'm putting a hit on your whole fuckin' family Both of my wrists on freezer, hard to believe like Black Jesus I got a choppa that'll send you to Hell like you just slapped Jesus Aim at the crack of an asshole, shit, you ain't nothing but a pile of feces, huh I need Jesus pieces, huh Just hoes, Reeses' pieces, uh Haha, I'm a funny ass nigga, ain't I? (Yeah) Picasso on the beat, I'ma draw like a painter Now she giving me brain, pop out her retainer (Yeah) If she ever take it out, cum on her retainer Smith and Wesson five-hundred, feeling like a lone ranger Momma told me, "Never talk to strangers" (Uh-huh) I look in the mirror and talk to a stranger (Uh) I keep my hoes in cages (Yeah) But I ain't R. Kelly, she told me her cage was amazin' (Oh yeah) Life is a book, it's crazy (Uh-huh) I get richer every single time that I'm turnin' the pages (Uh-huh) Niggas be fake and shady Gotta watch, them niggas gettin' fucked over by they homies on the daily And nobody believed I could do it but Bailey Like Christopher MNing, Meek Mill, they call me the greatest Saint Laurent Coat is chinchilla, dressed in the latest I'm a mo'fuckin' gorilla, I'm on my ape shit I was listening to spirital prayin' I make it Shit gettin' to it, I'm too much of a drug dealer Make a f*ck nigga see the crossroads, I'm a Bone Thug nigga (Uh-huh) No love, shawty, twelve slugs (Uh-uh), stone cold killer (Yeah) Lot of them motherfuckers say I love 'em I think they Pinocchio with it (Yeah) But the kid better than the Louis V on the denim They know me overseas, doper than a coke king (Uh) Moncler, Dior, Gucci, plus more, nigga, I'm the coat king (Mm-mm) Momma told me to Everyday chasin' the racks (Oh yeah) They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq (Oh yeah) Guaranteein' I came up on a sack nigga (Uh-huh) Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh) Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh) You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah) You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah) My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula Look at my bank account, shit is gargantuan I'm not from this planet, I feel like a Namekian Your nigga a dummy, he just like a mannequin I'm fresh to death, bitch, I feel like a mannequin Havoc come, savages causin' insanity If you f*ck with my friends, my girl, or my momma I'm putting a hit on your whole fuckin' family Everyday chasin' the racks (Oh yeah) They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq (Oh yeah) Guaranteein' I came up on a sack nigga (Uh-huh) Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh) Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh) You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah) You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah)
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