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letra de rack$ - itzzpd

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[intro]
in my mothaf-ckin pocket (in my mothaf-ckin pocket)
in my mothafuc-(in my mothaf-ckin)

[hook]
i got racks (stacks)
in my mothaf-ckin pocket (uh huh)
n-ggas wallet watching told a p-ssy n-gga stop it
jumping jacks (oou)
when i shoot my pocket rocket (brggt)
n-ggas acting different when they know what’s in ya wallet

[verse 1: itzzpd]
got racks (what!)
and you know what that mean (huh!?)
take a f-ckin bundle just to spend it on the green
f-ckin icky (ew)
and i don’t want it if it ain’t that sticky (nope)
choppo roll the woods
i swear ta god
ya feeling different
when it hit you (baow)
like an uppercut from tyson
walk up in the room and my aura so enticing
make these b-tches fall in line (oou, oou, ouu)
now the cake just need the icing
margaux sippin with the ice and
spend tuitions in a night
n-ggas wanna fight
but ain’t about the action (nope)
p-ssy n-ggas in the shade
instead they starting blasting
black shades a gucci jacket
kevlar vest can’t catch me lackin
and i vouch for all my n-ggas
who like me finesse the cash (who like me finesse the cash{haha})

[hook]
i got racks (stacks)
in my mothaf-ckin pocket (uh huh)
n-ggas wallet watching told a p-ssy n-gga stop it
jumping jacks (oou)
when i shoot my pocket rocket (brggt)
n-ggas acting different when they know what’s in ya wallet

[verse 2: choppo]
b-tch the sh-t i’m totin n-gga yeah this sh-t gon’ blow you back (baow baow)
leave yo front door open we come chopping like some lumber jacks ( ha ha ha ha)
pistol wit a beam it hold 50 you’ll get sum of dat
racks up in my pocket wit no wallet sh-t look dummy fat
on my f-ck sh-t run it back
big robust sh-t quarter pack
yeah b-tch that’s a quarter pound turn it to a f-cking house
got racks stashed up in the couch
told momma don’t make a sound (eww eew eew)
we might have to gun em down p-ssy n-gga run around . ( pahw pahw pahw pahw)
n-gga watch yo posture when you coming on this side of town
we not popping bottles we gon’ off ya if the opps around
fire like the 4th, but it’s bullets that gon’ make the sound
i’m just getting money now
b-tches wanna fucc me now
choppo

[outro:choppo]
and these b-tches wanna f-ck me now euww
and these b-tches wanna

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