Racks
Slayher
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Man niggas be cappin about shit I don't even understand Why you gotta lie, it ain no reason to lie just keep it real Why you can't hold a nigga down bruh, you can't hold me down you can't hold me down bruh Shit crazy Ima jus be honest, these pussy niggas don't want problems I really get the highest, yea the shit I'm smoking really make me commas She want a front I might f*ck ya baby momma, these niggas hoe I don't got no time for drama I want some chicken I might hit you with the llama, I'll spend a bag on a bitch in the Bahamas When I'm lying only time that I ain honest I feel so weak cause the shit I smoke the strongest I got this money yea I told momma I promise, I'm on yo head oh no no I'm really on it My niggas get you quicker than motherfuckin Sonic This shit exotic I don't wanna call it chronic These niggas hating cause these niggas really jealous I spend this bag and I do that shit so careless I get this guap Ima stack this shit forever I don't even care about the weather, I don't care about a hater You see my wallet I'm straighter, I make her wait like a waiter She in the kitchen no apron, you already know what she making Don't get the shit mistaken, you can get cooked like bacon I up the strap start waving, pull these trigger start spraying Better get down start praying, I told you I wasn't playing Momma like what is you saying, I told my momma don't listen I'm on a whole money mission, tryna get whatever we wishing I keep my pole I ain fishing I be by myself I don't need no friends I jus want her head she don't need her hands Heard my opp just hit the lotto Ima take his bands I be around the killers while I'm moving contraband Told her Ima do her wrong cause I can't be her man But she said I make her wet like the Hoover Dam I just get this money that shit funny I don't understand Let's see how much of these racks can fit up in a rubber band Niggas wanna hate on me but really all them niggas fans I might get a NFT that cost about a hunnit bands These bullets gonna be hot enough nigga you don't need a tan If you want some smoke with me you must not know who I am If I gotta up my shit I get big like He-Man Know my opps be mad, they like "damn I wanna be him" I get so damn high that I can't even see them I just f*ck these hoes really I don't even need them yuh Really I don't even need them Really I don't even need these hoes Really I don't even need them Yea I don't even need them Cause they all up in the way All up in the way Really I just want get fetti Yea all these racks like everyday Yea all these racks the only way, (all these racks)
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