Rackaids (feat. J Bull)

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Yea, bitches around me
F*ck
Niggas in my way
Fuckin’ drugs in my way
My nigga
Thinkin’, die
That nigga know the job
How make that shit?
Teka and pool tryin’ fuckin’ those niggas
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids, what are you try? (Try)
Birds flyin’ in McKnight
Niggas where at your gang
Uh yeah, Trap in the gang
Uh yeah, Talking the hand
Uh yeah, Shot in that head
That bitch, everywhere
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids, what are you try? (Try)
Birds flyin’ in McKnight
Niggas where at your gang
Uh yeah, Trap in the gang
Uh yeah, Talking the hand
Uh yeah, Shot in that head
That bitch, everywhere
I'm tryin’, you know? (Know)
I'm lyin’, I think, I’m clans the reason?
I have the lights on Pool (Pool)
I'm hit those rocks
When I run, I don’t stop (Stop)
Escape, don’t stop (Don’t stop)
Don’t you, trust (Trust)
Pick up nigga I'm leavin’ that role
I'm afraid of gettin’ lost damn (Oh)
Kings crows I don’t know (What?)
Fuckin’ nigga fucking drugs damn
Uh yeah, I waitin’ my rollie (What?)
Uh yeah, waitin’ my homies (What?)
Uh yeah, lovin’ my shawty
Fuckin’ niggas where are not found me (Uh)
I’m rollin’, I’m showin’
Thinkin’ hate, makin’ cake
Baby hey, pretty face
Smokin’ every day (Uh!)
New dog, it’s a rage, I don’t know
Other way, oh damn
Fuckin’ my brand, facklo raf (Yeah, yeah)
Hatin’ boys, gettin’ crowd
Fuckin’ niggas lickin’ hoes (Uh, uh)
People racist, I don’t won’t
Spittin’ hots words, just like a born (Born)
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids, what are you try? (Try)
Birds flyin’ in McKnight
Niggas where at your gang
Uh yeah, Trap in the gang
Uh yeah, Talking the hand
Uh yeah, Shot in that head
That bitch, everywhere
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids on rackaids
Rackaids, what are you try? (Try)
Birds flyin’ in McKnight
Niggas where at your gang
Uh yeah, Trap in the gang
Uh yeah, Talking the hand
Uh yeah, Shot in that head
That bitch, everywhere
Dos Clonazepam, en una Coca Cola
Par de gramos de pere, para que te acelere, nos cañamos en rola
La demanda esta alta, la nieve va sola
Declaramos los party, las libras de mari van en la consola
Es dinero fácil arriesgando el pellejo, pendiente de tus asuntos
No te hagas pendejo, los míos manejos
La cumpe no llega, los cuerpos están lejos
Follando mil putas pero como Pablo no cambia a Virginia Vallejo
Las escamas brillan por la quality
I’m Carl Johnson of the Vice city
Blanco y negro como cine si si si
In your pussy my dick is the king
Voy a comprar un tigre bengala (Ala, ala, ala)
Y alimentarlo con todos los puercos
Que en forma de verso el es mi bala
Seguimos subiendo aunque tiren la mala
A fuerza y pulmón guerreando en la calle
Metiendo el pico y la pala (Skrrtaa)

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