Lyrics:
feds raccin up intel on everything niggaz doin taking pictures like a photo shoot just pay attention claiming you been thru the fire I aint seen you
Shawty got ass yea Shawty gone shake it fast yea Shawty a pro yea Baby say she ain't no hoe yea Raccin up dough Staccin' that bitch by the rolls yea
Raccin up bodys like how i racc up my bands Big step in my walk we gon see if he tough Go hard in the field cuz these niggas be bluff used to play football
shit Blocc talk bout a real hood bitch She bout her money Man choppa a real good chicc She bout money bout her cash she raccin it up and she makin it
move them bales 20 50s I be staccin it up In the trenches I be raccin it up I bout my business I want every penny like gimme gimme Yeah I adding it up
Maybe go down to a seven maybe even six Even all my legal people looking illegit Getting stopped with a life worth 3/5ths Nerve raccin, not shooting you
do it my way If you ain't with it H one is the highway I'm about mine Like a chicc whose a pilot Holding metal late night Raccin up her mileage
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