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letra de double back - freshie

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[intro]
(you like that?)
yeah, yeah (like that, yeah)
(i get them racks, i get the stack, i’m in the trap)
ayy
(i get them racks, i get them, i’m in that)
yuh
chatz
dirty, dirty
(i get them racks, i get them, i’m in that)
yeah (ha)
r.i.p. my cousin, man, for real
yeah, yeah (chatz)

[chorus]
i get them racks, i get the stack
i’m in the trap, i double back
where is you at? hit up my jack
n-gg-s be cap, that is fact
i keep the pack, i keep a strap
it’s on my lap, n-gg-, for [?]
yeah, my gang, we gang like frat
and, b-tch, we don’t know how to act
i put the gang all on the map
he doin’ this, he doin’ that
n-gg- you broke, n-gg- you wack
designer on me from my shoes to my hat
i smoke the weed, og the gas
b-tches on me, they in love with my tats
run up a check, show ’em my -ss
get our your feelings and go get a bag

[bridge]
[?] freshie, yeah, dirty
yuh, yuh, yuh

[verse]
pockets they big, pockets they fat
cut off my ex, she is still mad
i get the cash, i get it fast
bentley the coupe, doin’ the dash
designer the stand, drip with the walk
n-gg-s just flex, n-gg-s just talk
walk in the bank, come out the vault
look at my swag, i don’t shop at the mall
i cannot slip, i cannot fall
think i’m lebron from the way that i ball
run up the money like taking a jog
k!llin’ these n-gg-s, we k!llin’ them all
most of these n-gg-s be banging, they fraud
hop on that d-ck, man, that b-tch like a frog
f-ck the 12, we breakin’ the law
yeah, yeah (lil’ dirty)

[chorus]
i get them racks, i get the stack
i’m in the trap, i double back
where is you at? hit up my jack
n-gg-s be cap, that is fact
i keep the pack, i keep a strap
it’s on my lap, n-gg-, for [?]
yeah, my gang, we gang like frat
and, b-tch, we don’t know how to act
i put the gang all on the map
he doin’ this, he doin’ that
n-gg- you broke, n-gg- you wack
designer on me from my shoes to my hat
i smoke the weed, og the gas
b-tches on me, they in love with my tats
run up a check, show ’em my -ss
get our your feelings and go get a bag

[outro]
yuh
man, my f-ckin’ head hurts, n-gg-, but i’ma still turn a n-gg- to a dancer
yeah you want smoke but you don’t want cancer

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