Sickest Out The Litter
4oeRacks
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Baby, what you tryna do? You see I'm 'tryna make my move I'm 'tryna fly you out to Cali and show you things your man could never do (Aye) I don't trip off shit, I keep a blick and hardly tie my shoes She say I'm nonchalant, I just ain't fuckin' with her attitude Roadmoney motion, I got it goin', she already knowing Backstroke's potent, I bust her down, leave her pussy soaking (Yeah) when I'm down and out, she slurp me up and now I'm back floating Spark this lil' wood, I'm up in traffic, where the plays, I'm on it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) hold on, lil' buddy chill, you not a reputable (Cmon) Where you trapped at, what you done and who you stepped on too You be believing ham niggas war stories when they strap still new I still got bubba plays, zaza's, dep's, and all the glues I'ma trophy, niggas bums, know we on a different magnitude 223's slam a nigga head he get to acting rude Niggas act like demons til' I send them up to meet that dude Stupid nigga, now you not here My bitch asked me to open up my phone, act like I couldn't hear Me and Scrap got caught fuckin' in the house, that was a great year You can go and ask my jeweler, dropped a bag up on a chandelier The foot's ping binging, might stop trappin' and make her put it here Long live my soldiers in the grave and free my dogs up out the cages I know 6K feel a away cause he ain't hit my phone in ages Play it safe I can't fake it because my mind steady racing I can't change it, it's consequences to this game, so nigga stay dangerous (Cmon Cmon) I'm finna swag the beat, I put it on with rappin' Expensive fabric, came from hiding sketchers under Chandra mattress I'll do it all for Domo, them younger days, sometimes I couldn't stand him But now I see it clearly, you just ain't want me down the wrong passage Now I'm stackin', stuffin' zips in baggies, tell them come and grab it Made so many racks out Gram State, them niggas know I'm having Go an ask Trap, I been trappin' Ask Zoe, I been flashin' I'm the sickest out the litter, Swank be tellin' me, 'relax bitch' On the block with twenty racks and ain't no nigga take a fraction Keep my tool in close proximity, whip down and get to blasting Yeah whip down and get to blickin' They say I'm snake, so watch me slither I ain't never snaked a nigga to keep it real, these niggas bitter Slimeto keep me in his interest, he know Foeski stickin' with him Sixty shots come from them smackers, line you up with Weezy clippers Been in my duffle since a baby, now I'm grown my sack bigger Striker season, SRT's and switches, park up, get to hitting Know my glock come with extension, Kriss and Brandon leave him finished Forever smoke up in the air with niggas claiming they from Linden Out of town or back home, you better know I'm still treacherous Kopeezy to the grave, I just can't f*ck with you niggas
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