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letra de racks - jiwanta

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stop calling my phone, yo b-tch wana f-ck so i told her come on
can’t f-ck with snakes so they all dead and gone
i just made 20 racks off of this song
new pet-te, my shirt vlone
ride for my n-ggas im never alone
fresh out the mud i did it on my own
broke -ss boy you by sh-t off a loan

you in the wrong hood this is my zone
gucci cologne, i just want some dome
she bring me over when yo -ss ain’t home
foreign lil b-tch i might have to dome
dont have to prove anything that i own
lean in my baby bottle i ain’t grown
i really be jugging like al capone
how you blow up but yo music unknown
different color diamonds rocking two tones

gotta get money young n-gga anxious
n-ggas and b-tches yall like to say sh-t
looking down on n-ggas like im a sp-ceship

tried to put em on they ain’t take it
gave my mom a couple racks cause i made it
fresh out the mud you know i made it
b-tches take pictures of me and they frame it
all these n-ggas out here false claiming

i make money then i make money talk
popping tags i dont care what it costs
i took yo b-tch you know thats a loss
shopping designer i used to shop ross

play with a younging somebody gone shoot
we shooting a movie its coming soon
run up that check i want the green
i been at this sh-t since i was 13
he wanted smoke my chopper got a beam
run to the money guess ima fiend

pull up to yo block its gone be a murder
play me with get hit with the burner
you better keep wishing like im timmy turner

im chasing a bag so i hopped in the booth
i been trapping since days in the youth
my bullets connect like they bluetooth
yall ain’t gotta cap just tell me the truth

i got the gas like im working at sh-ll
its that loud just take a smell

you acting tough i can see you a b-tch
this sh-t get dirty gotta ride with a stick
i ain’t no kid got no time for no tricks
you the type to go and kiss her lips
im the type to get me l1cked

we be shooting we dont be scr-pping
you stay at the house you dont really be trapping
i keep it on never catch me lacking
you pull out a gun my n-ggas start laughing

you ain’t no street n-gga boy you a fed
chopper can’t see cause its strapped to my leg
if you ain’t talking about money you left on read
thought i was the shooter they dont know cause i fled

pull out the chopper and i start spraying if you get hits thats on you
the only relegion im rocking is true
12 asking us questions we dont got a clue

ice on me like i got a bruise
snitching or jail you gonna have to choose
make the wrong turn you end up on news
im smoking on strong call that hoe terry crews

iced out patek i need that b-tch be two tone
n-gga talk sh-t get hit with this new bone
i’m dripping in sauce yeah i’m wearing that vlone
spoke to yo b-tch she liking my cologne

pull up on yo block we getting sh-t ready
i’m freddy your jason you know that i’m ready
i f-ck up yo dreams u know that i’m scary
can’t f-ck with my b-tch my b-tch is too scary

can f-ck with these n-ggas they acting so lame
i run up a check because of my name
cause most of these n-ggas they rap for the fame
i’m vvs frozen i ice up my chain

talking that sh-t we buss down at yo gang
empty the clip, we let it go bang
we buss up yo spot cause these n-ggas lame
i be counting these racks cause my pockets fat

no 20’s just 100’s you know that’s a fact
my girl got a fatty i hit from the back
pull up on a n-gga cause he talking smack
you aiming for me while i aim at yo back

you run up on me we leave u where u at
i ain’t gotta lie i’m just telling the facts
we counting blue cheese yeah that big money stacks
we moving that work we flipping that pack

you ordered some smoke the f-ck is you at
i ain’t gotta pull out no mothergucking gat
you smelling that loud yeah you know where we at
we smoking gelato right out of the pack

just got me a check yeah i know it’s exact
i go mall cause i know where it’s at
i ride with my n-ggas yeah they got my back
we go to the trap and buss down the pack bitc

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