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yeah
tay keith f-ck em up
tay keith f-ck em up
whole lotta racks man on me right now
yall already know how i do this sh-t
aw sh-t !

they treated me petty before i had fetty now i got to make them regret it
now im at they neck ima make em respect since they would not give me my credit
but yuh keep weapon fo’ protection ( boom, boom )
my diamonds colder than mystic
lil n-gga you know wat im reppin’
talk down im committing we press ya’
step on em’ i spent the rack on my tennis
louis v drippin’ all ova my lenses
if my money get low then its time to replenish
you started beef with me i gotta finish it
no im not slippin’ you know what im grippin’
dont p-ss me no liquor you know what im sippin’
yo’ b-tch all on me she tryna get into me
im sorry my n-gga im sendin’ my cinnamons
walked in this b-tch lookin’ just like a don
all out in public i smell like a bomb
all these chains on me they think ima con
i live ina condo i dont have a lawn
won’t chase a b-tch ima chase me a bundle
count so much i think i got cop a tunnel
won’t smoke it if it ain’t backed with a frontal
i got some hittas they ready to rumble
im still on the same you know how i came
fo’ i was rappin’ i had me a name
on with the gang no reef in my chain
we let them hollow tips reef in ya brain ( boom boom )
listen my n-gga if you doin bad
get off ya -ss and get you a bag
im sh-ttin’ on n-ggas it makin’ em mad
they know that im having the weeds in the bags
told all im n-ggas im back on they -ss
my jewelry blinding without the flash
i want the cash and i want it fast
these n-ggas broke someone get him a cast
i just might f-ck all on yo’ baby mother
she got saliva all ova my cover
told that baby girl you gon get me in trouble
something like a soda b-tch im bout to bubble
f-ck the judge told him free my brother ross
got the apple watch with the milly rocks
i be drippin’ sauce i dont diddy bop
rollie wristy watch ion ticky tock
voices in my head saying, ” get the gaup ”
n-ggas cuffin’ hoes like a f-ckin’ cop
can’t stop won’t stop til’ i hit the tippy top
ima have the whole f-ckin’ city locked
but hold up pause
my n-ggas down for the cause
young n-gga just want to ball
fresh as a b-tch ion shop at the mall
i just might thrown ona mink in the fall
smoking on back stank mingle with a hog
my b-tch tell me boy you the sh-t
she say i belong ina stall buh nawl
never love them, never trust them, f-ck them
diamond chokers on me never tuck them
pockets on swole i had to stuff them
i let the money talk like chris tucker
most of these n-ggas d-ck riders
most of these b-tches d-ck suckas
stick with me im way to clean to tussle
vvs’s all on my knuckles
f-ck on that b-tch then i scram
free my n-ggas in the jam
these n-ggas know who i am
i made it clear off the wam
i do this sh-t for the fam
i do this sh-t for my n-ggas
i do this sh-t for my hittas
f-ck n-ggas ion feel em
b-tch i look just like a dealer
i just been chasing the motherf-ckin’ skrilla my n-gga
if the b-tch bad ima hit her my n-gga
you droppin’ salt like you bitter my n-gga
im always steppin’ in the latest fashion
im rocking mason margiela my n-gga
lil mama looking like she feeling a n-gga
i got her face in the pillow my n-gga
she want to screw like the phillip
so i had to drill her and i know its k!lling her n-gga ( i know )
you know what i keep in the f-nny
count up the racks in my jammies
i got the b-tch out her panties
ain’t have to giver a xanny ( naw )
they got me outta my element
im stunting on these n-ggas im meddling
just take a look at my wrist
they might lock me up for embezzlement

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