Siete Flow
4oeRacks
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Every time I hit the road I stack chicken He can't come around the gang, he did some bunk up on a mission They ain't get to wrap presents, cause I'm the grinch that stole Christmas Racks bussing out my denim, these ten p's, I'm gon' ship em Expensive drugs I pour it all into my liver I ain't paying for the pussy, so to the blade I'm gon' send her She say I'm actin like a aries, of course I'm having no filter BB Simons with the Christian Louboutins, I'm still sinning Ain't no smut on four name cause I'm a joint, I can't disguise it Fat forty poking with a fifty drum, I can't hide this I got shot but I ain't dead, I'm still shining I'm a trophy, I don't see no other trophies in my sight bitch Ocean Prime spent five-hundred on a tab Nigga we are not the Stincs, on Kop I'm chasing cash Skip up then skirt off and leave him in a body bag Lil Webby strippin' shit he see a nigga diamonds dance Percocet poppin', squids go 'beep beep' when I park it Push to start don't got to start it, press the gas sound like it farted Niggas like to act tuff, whip out forty, make em' back up Wire transfer for this forty racks gon' help me get my sack up I'm like Bryan Parham up in the field, I'm 'tryna sack something Steady repping off attempts, knowing you ain't body bagged nothing I felt the led stop asking questions, why I always keep my damn gun' Momma only son but it get tricky, watch out for Joshua Put the barrel right above his nose watch who you talking too If I see a lunchbox on the east, then I going to spark at dude Equip the shhh, attach the shell-catcher, I can't leave no clues Niggas cliquin' up, it got me seeing red, but still touching blues It fucked me up that day I seen my uncle on the news A real trench baby, a street nigga, I never pick and choose I done took a couple L's and made a dub, I never really lose But when it come to issues, they never press em', they know I keep my tool I done came a long way from playgrounds and putting holes in my shoes Double back on blocks and smack my opps, I got revenge to prove Lackin' at that hotel, a hour later, they was duckin', too Word around town, I swear to God, they said the 20's shooting Longlive Webby, it's a movement, swear to keep it movin' Told her put it right here but I ain't pimpin', I got the bitches choosin' This crazy bitch just slashed my tires, bought some new ones, then I kept it movin' It's Roadmoney, and free my twin up out the feds, no, we can't do recruitment
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