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proceeds
And most scream fuck 12 until they cop that plea
But this that bag talk, brodie got that sack walk
Out of the oppression grew a rose from

(Do you hear that?)
Got big bands, hundreds stacks
Fuck a bitch, gon' hold me back
Zev done had to bless the track
Hop up off my nuts and sack
Guns

come out with me in Bali
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body still (shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lamb' smokin' out the sack
Arch

here choppin' that brown up (that boy)
Run through a sack, me and my niggas who's out here fucking this town up
Gotta go get that money counter when

a bat
Plenty people wanna die
But not too many got the sack
If I want out
The bodies gon do more more than hit the ground
Silence of the lambs
Determined

Merry Christmas to
Merry Christmas to
Merry Christmas to all

Ho ho ho muthafucka
Its Santa Claus
Yo bitch made me cookies
And my sack she done emptied

chest hurt
These niggas be shady so hype man i constantly got to be weighing a sack
These niggas be handing out dimes but i'm going to be asking like

the secret's out the sack
But I know

All my sunlight
Comes to me through an orange slice
All my sorrows, sweet
I cry blueberry tears
I know it must be hard

nigga but my sack crazy
Pulled the coupe out the bat cave, pour a deuce in the can, drank
And she know that I do shit that her man can't
And she know

ball-sack
Freaking it out
Digging it out
Blow the back out
She wiggin it out
Figured it out
Had her ass out

Sticking it now, but in a while bet we cash out

him shit
I can finesse you out your sack because I'm real swift
I can't roll no white boy, I'm on raw shit
I can't fuck with her, I need a dog bitch
Me

a Juul

Five percs in my pocket
I just ran out the sack
Pull up to the plug's house with my bag
Walking out the store looking like the dope man
When it's

them fiends itching badly
Raising prices like a taxi
Money in my face like acne
Bitch ima traplete running
Cash like a sack meet out
The slums my finesse

Yeah you niggas flexing bring ya sack out 
I bet my niggas swarm like the bats out 
I'm out the park like the bats out 
Off flat shoals you could find me

You play my bitch you get hit with a smack
I'm robbing the bank just
filled up my sack
I send out the blitz my youngins will attack
Not scared of no

get that sack up out that mud
Got them old heads loving the way I'm thugging
Told him give me an old school, I want the butler
Had to put a V12 motor

a td thats Facts
Shooters do you in for a sack I pay everybody out the pack
Im plugged in like waves got shit vibing outter space
Moonrock smoking like

New York
Wanna work it out
Now I'm feeling 2 up
Now my sack is out ey
What the fuck is true love?
Building up portfolios
Now my mind on new hoes
I ain't

the splat, ran out with a sack ya
Click clack, now we rid of rats
If that bitch bad, then that chick is Mak's
I can't slip or slack, imma get the racks
Want my

and make him pull out a sack
To relax, and pass the blunt like communion
I know we friends but nigga, Jesus was homies with Judas
Don't be the nigga

a hashtag
Poppin' bottles, won't toe-tag (Hood Baby)

Used to sell sacks out the trap back
Now I'm pulling up with gas packs
Yeah, real big speaker

back
Fuck this fucking album
Fuck this fucking track
You fuckin fuck niggas always playing hackey sack
Get my balls out your mouth bitch
You ain't heard

New hoes old habit's
Die hard

I window shop for love out on Sacks Fifth
And every time I drink say this my last fifth
Now every song is doper than your

up this shit at LDC, gon' end up on the Rap Snacks
Slide through NYC and Brooklyn, yeah, uh, smokin' exotic sacks
Trappin' up out the urr, uh, keep