Baby need shoes, mama need a house Goin' through racks again Baby momma bitchin' 'bout another bitchand I got 'em racks again Caught me down when I was slippin' But I promise I'll never lack again My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga Might just hit you on accident
Reload the strap again We comin' back again You double crossed on a nigga We hit him and it ain't by accident Throwin' new racks again Blowin' through stacks again Hella new plaques again Spittin' these facts again
Sippin' the dirtiest, baby The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby The first to the fuckin' 30th baby It ain't a place a nigga can't go One Umbrella, that's the fuckin' gang though Had to imprint it on a chain though Switchin' different whips like I'm lil' Django
I done came up from the sidewalk Now I rap, nigga, used to slang dope From the fistfights to the shootouts In the parking lot and now it's bankroll Was a broke nigga, now I came up I don't do this shit to entertain ya Can't believe I even got this famous Yesterday I was grippin' on a stainless
I was sellin' dope from out the Popeyes I was whippin' corner, counter-clockwise Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes Sellin' dope, a niggas should be top five Got extended clip inside a Glock-9 It was never times I forgot mine If a nigga trippin', turn to Columbine Shootin' anybody, that his shots find
Niggas said that they deserve my position But them pussy niggas, they did not grind If we talkin' 'bout shit that separates me and you, nigga, it's a long line I done came through, Bentayga Bentley Never thought that I'd be seein' this When I was young and I was playin' Sega Genesis Pancake seats made at Denny's, that's real nigga shit We don't pay a bitch nigga debt Bet your life on the line 'Cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah
Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwin' more racks again Blowin' through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident Backin' that back again (Oh) You fucked up my stacks up again (Oh) Nigga get clapped again (Grr) , it ain't on accident
Shitted on 'em, so I know they mad Copped my freezer from Az in Rollie bag Grippied up, we don't care where the police at And we scorin', fuckboy, where yo' homies at? Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill So my youngins be on that, they love the field We pull up, we blastin' this shit for real Momma said, "It's for nothin', you need to chill"
I'm goin' off, still on that gang shit But I told you, ain't lane switchin' I catch a lick, it ain't really 'bout shit We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips Ain't no security with me, we totin' like fifty That's life with the gang slip But fuck it, we live how I live And I know what I did, plus it's too late to change shit
Ain't not fightin', the Glock rearrange shit If you tryna meet death, I'll arrange it In the foreign, I pick up your main bitch She was suckin' my dick, and I came quick I ain't even gon' talk on the opp side Y'all could say what y'all want, but do not slide Caught him slippin', he ran in to Popeyes Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang (Grr)
Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwin' more racks again Blowin' through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident Backin' that back again You fucked up my stacks up again Nigga get clapped again (Grr) , it ain't on accident
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