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917 Rackz

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You take a L, tryna play with the V this ain't checkers
Sha pick me up catch a opp on the belt
I get booked baby girl write me letters
I have my bag boys cover me the bail
Oh a demon I'll give that boy hell
He counting pennies I'm wishing him well
Smoking dead opps get rid of the smell
See how I'm living cant pick up my cell

Can't slide to they block they some cop callers
He want beef bullets give him a hot order
You know I be crossing the opp border
Get me tight I'ma f*ck on his pop's daughter
Not gon' top me then I might just flop on her
Good shooters and Korver a top scorer
Little body but I got a lot taller
That mean you gon' get hit I'm the shot caller
Rackz, I get a lot of it
Water Melo how I shoot make his noggin split
Gondo punching hitting hard no karate kick
Opps in the party just don't get ur thotty hit bitch
Uh, they think this a game, this ain't no Nintendo they switch on their gang
Hot Cheedo he gon' give 'em that flame
Hot Cheedo he gon'

A.I. on court like step back bang
You already know we the get back gang
Shots fired, if he rep that gang
Shots fired, if he yell that name
Have my Whoops hit that, that's the jet pack gang
Slide in the Aston and bend that lane
They hear 917 ring a bell in they face
They hear 917 gon' remember that name

You take a L, tryna play with the V this ain't checkers
Sha pick me up catch a opp on the belt
I get booked baby girl write me letters
I have my bag boys cover me the bail
Oh a demon I'll give that boy hell
He counting pennies I'm wishing him well
Smoking dead opps get rid of the smell
See how I'm living cant pick up my cell

Spit on that boy like I'm getting a verse in
There ain't no opps that I'm versing
Clip holding 30 so when it gon' hit 'em he stumbling feel like the perks hit, gang
Cut that boy up like a surgeon
I pour up a duece yellow red just like Irving
My hands could work I'm not talking 'bout jerking
On my computer I'm working

Make his face blue hit his nose I'ma bleed it
Could tell that he pussy his movements I'm reading
He pull up I'm flocking spin back and repeat it
The jakes on our ass hit the gas and we speeding
Forgive all my sins but f*ck that I'ma demon
You say you get works but what food is you eating
I punch me the piece take the bread I receive it
My dick like a drug now I know why she tweaking
Yeah I know you a bitch I'ma shoot at your ovaries
Bitches they love me they cannot get over me
Lyrical genius these girls love my poetry
Glock on my hip don't suggest you get close to me
Murk 'em and bag that boy up like some groceries
Said you be spinning you only stay locally
Big O.M. Rackz when I step they gon' know it's me, gang
Big O.M. Rackz they gon' know it's me

You in the gang this affiliation
We clean his block like it's sanitation
Spinning back rotation
Big O.M. the nation
Gang need the gas so we hit the station
And my shooters rock red and blue flags like Haitians
Only money, big O.M. conversations, gang, gang

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