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a mixtape
I ain’t early with shit it’s just you niggas been late
Talking about racks yeah we got a big rate
Tryna pray that I fall fuck hate it’s a big wait

Quanto ci godo
Se prendo money gad***
Ci scavo la fosse
Non li tocca nessuno
Controllo racks (Rats)

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Non sono poi cosi Tr3p
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rate
50 racks Sent, to the lawyer, n***a

I'ma make sure that n***a gon' beat the case
On the top floor, of the condo, n***a
Still count racks I made

rate (find a cheaper rate)
I got some racks up out the paint (racks up out the paint)
I hope you didn't lie, that's all I say (lie that's all I say)

on my neck dance groovy
That's a rack no lil uzi
Please rate the drive-by 5 stars
Cause we pulled up in a very very fast car
And we had to hit the dash

Diamonds on my neck dance groovy
Thats a rack no lil uzi
Please rate the drive-by 5 stars
Cause we pulled up in a very very fast car
And we had to hit

Set fire to the frets and drink ourselves into debt
And for my mad tracks the going rate's a 30 rack
And a fat wad of cash put that stack in my hand

In line with my tension, feel like I remastered

I begin to fill my run with nerve rack states
One for my rates, two times and I fade away
Foam-lined

Can't let this shit get tainted
Racks, only bands, at his rates bih
He say he got this
He say he got that he ain't got jack
You know I pop this
You know I

that bitch sing
MLK, I had a dream, my new ho stay on MLK
She used to go to Georgia State
I be moving state to state
I'ma count these racks fast

don't catch feelings man just wan happy man just wan feel high rate

All about my racks
Fuck book only money me I wan stack
Make I pull up inna phantom

saw the dark, saw things everything that I lack
Move into place, with the flows laced, racks paced going at the right rate
Won’t clasp, now I ain’t

it up, rack it up)
Movin' up, got higher rates (yeah)
I want that shit in my face (yeah)
One lil hit it got me baked (yeah)
I'm blowing a bag

racks, all i 
All i want is racks nigga

Aint no broke mentality around me
Got my bad inside a bag with double G around me
All i smoke is gas
Sure you

on all of the cases
Zeros and commas just like the matrix
When you got racks it’s hard to fake it
Ass so fat it’s hard to rate it
Shawty you need you

hate boys
Said I'm pretty like a girl
That's why she rate the boy
Rate the boy
My baby just rate the boy
You can try and take my lady
But just know my

and my dawgs gonna get paid
Came from the minimum wage
Now we all over the stage
We do not move bait
We put in the work rate
We put in the work rate

I

the stick by the door of this kitchen
Murder rate up to the top of the ceiling
I got that love for the racks when they skinny
Mind your bidness (your

friend do two at a time
Don't rate guys if their moving sly
Really got love for the bros
Even though we don't speak all the time
Racks on me when I'm

That's when you realize you had them fake fans
They blowing away like their fans (Brlll)

I was lying when I said I had stacks
I got no money on racks (Got

donc repèse bien tes mots
J'empile mes racks on racks on racks on racks comme si c'était des Legos

J'suis dans le truc, sa mère la pute, elle fait la

Travaille tout l'temps pour ces vraies liasses
Pas le temps de faire les feignasses
Liasses, racks
Liasses, racks
Liasses, racks (pu-pu-pu-pute)
Liasses,

nigga
They plottin' on your back
Cuz you got a rack nigga
Ain’t no going back
45 to his head
Leave this nigga dead
Call the meds
But not the fucking feds

lie
I know they wishing that I ain’t gon climb bitch I ain’t even see prime
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack it up rack it up
Yeah ima get mine
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