Big Racks (Freestyle)

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Uh uh
Uh uh
Big racks coming in, big racks boming in
All of my pockets hundreds, you know it's in
F*ck it we ball in Onyx I spend a ten
She wanna f*ck she wanna bone, not right now I'm in my zone
Don't wanna talk, cut off my phone, I want them racks all in my home
This shit deeper then rap, I ride around with a AR it sit right on my lap
I had been told them to catch up, i been running them laps
Nigga don't try to run from me, you get shot in your back
Hrrt, hrrt
Fa, fa thats them shots from the chopper
He ain't make it to the doctor
Drop him and his partner, big stick tryna spark some
Chase down we gone hawk some, clear the scene when the narcs come
Hundred round that's a double drum
I just pulled up on they block and I'm clutching my metal
She steady shaking her ass it jiggle like jello
They wanna be me but not on my level
I'm in first place I need me a medal
You caught a body to us that ain't special
I'm on that rich shit I need a Tesla, when I'm having sex
I put my Glock on the dresser
FaceTime bitch I don't wanna text ya
SRT when I slide imma catch ya, six feet deep he ain't going on the stretcher
Bullets connect like my phone do Alexia, no I'm not humble lil bitch I'm a flexer
I might just go put a opp on a sweater, I wear a jacket no matter the weather
F*ck your gang me and JLow do it better, thirty shots at your neck that's a header
Pyrex trap that bitch out like Griselda, Hi Tek I'm so happy I met her
Double g on me imma go getter, I wanna f*ck on her and her sister
I put my dick in her mouth and you kissed her
These niggas pollute my chopper the filter
I might just go buy a house where the hills at
I'm on that double r shit
How the f*ck he claim he street but he still rat
How you still rat on that bitch
No back and fourth I don't beef on the internet
Naw I ain't doing that shit
Hallow tips straight to your face where we send them at
Hrrt, hrrt
Pop out the cut with a big bitch, you send a diss and we spin quick
I got all black on like I'm John Wick
We light him up like some incenses, murder gang that be the business
We leave him dead with no witness

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