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Woah (Stuck in the deep end) Bitch I need them racks in Bitch I need them racks in I stay with my niggas and you know they pistol packing (Archive) He speaking on Indigo we leave him in the past tense Woah Gone F and N hitting his skull That pussy nigga get carved like a bowl Playing with us now your chest got a hole And I'm, chasing this green I ain't talking no mold I'm up in Ella with Beastly we taking them shrooms I got the Glock it hit 'em it's leaving 'em doomed I fill this bitch with smoke when I walk in the room This shit get so wicked aye I get brand new bread each week aye We gone break your streak aye When that Glocky at your teeth, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah She like yeah And I'm like yeah So we like yeah Throw the pack up yeah And these niggas square You can't compare Now you calling back up yeah I just fucked your bitch and blew her back out yeah I just served a P of the runts like yeah I just made some hits in the trap like yeah Yeah I'm so damn sick of this shit Helmut Lang mix it up with the rick Number (N)ine I be throwing a fit Took some time but I'm fucking your bitch Crunch time I'mma walk with the blick Pouring lines I ain't sipping no tris Feel like OG Maco way I'm whipping my wrist These niggas broke yeah the don't take the risk (Never running out) (Ain't never running out!)