Got campaign going so strong Getting brain when I’m talking on the phone Spending money when you're runnin' this long Real street nigga, ain't no clone We at the top where we belong Got lean, rosé, Patron Smokin' on 1000 dollars worth of strong Well, the club 'bout to hear this song We got racks on racks on racks Got racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Ain't even tryna hold back Got campaign going so strong Gettin’ brain when I’m talkin’ on the phone Spendin’ money when youre' runnin this long Real street nigga, ain’t no clone We at the top where we belong Straight lean, rosé, Patron Smokin’ on 1,000 dollars of strong We"re in the club ’bout to hear this song Got racks on racks on racks, y’all rap so wack on wax Purple by the pound, that’s that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blew money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, I'm Big Gipp We buy cars, y’all flip whips Catch us smokin’ that Quik Trip Pitch piff, that’s a handspring I like to call that a quick flip Pull triggers like hamstrings Boy, I’m doin’ my damn thing Been blood with them bricks, pimp Get off a key like I can’t sing Got the seven on me like Vick jersey Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty I’m the best, hands down They nicknamed me 6:30 And we Young Dose and YC Redan Road, that’s my street Ask around on the Eastside I’m the S, h-i-t Bun B, I’m underground king In the candy-painted car on swang With the top on drop and the trunk on pop Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang Fifth wheel on the back just hang Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts You’re on neon lights in my bank Yeah, I rep that P-A-T One hundred, yeah, that’s me If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see I’m a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It’s a fact that I ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that Call me Bobby Ray, but it’s not two names Flyin’ through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne No, not bombs over Baghdad But on the track you can call me Usain That’s why they nervous, hmmm, like I’m flying on the plane with a turban But I’m fly, y’all just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!) As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it’s no wonder I’m electrifying Fuck a brainstorm, I’ll fuck around and cause a power outage And it ain’t no rivals, if it was, it’d be no survivors Just gimme a hour, I’ll light it up like an Eiffel Tower Got bales on top of bales, scales on top of scales I’m Mr.
on replay Got racks you don’t understand Money long from here to Japan Know it good when she go no hands Girl, you got me in a trance
Racks on, racks off, see that blonde strip when my hat’s off Lookin’ at my Rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost Smoke like I’m in Cali, fuck takin’ flight, I blast off Niggas talkin’ tattooes, we should have a tat-off Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that Way back in 2004, I told ‘em it was a wrap Now my life ain’t my life no more, I told you niggas, a wrap You claim you a dog, my nigga, I’m the vet We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent They said, fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga I know it’s some girls in the crowd right who wanna fuck a young nigga I roll one and roll another one bigger Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, I’m sicker Right, I’m smoke my weed and I’m a drink my liquor Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore I dick her down I got racks on top of racks, stacks on top of stacks Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters Clap two times if you drunk Got a bad bitch from the U.K She do everything I say Go crazy when she hear music She got Grove St.
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