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letra de fun guy - rackades

[intro]
c-c-cormil
y’all ain’t ready for this one

[verse 1: angswishh]
angswishh coming back, i ain’t trynna disrespect
keep on talking just note im coming for your neck
been like 6 months, y’all thought the swish was dead
ain’t no playin, if you want it then we on your head
the swish we comin back, posted wit the smoke
lookin down on y’all haters angswishh on his throne
do it for the swish (gang), you know they the bros
drip stay iced, when i move i make it snow
walking closet i can switch it up so y’all know
only foreign whips you can’t hang if you slow
swish gang we turning up, puttin on a show
angswishh moving fast, makin millis on the go
steady trappin, angswishh running for that check
steady stackin, swish really hustling for that bread
whole gang eatin rackades always breaking bread
all you goons quiet, now you know that bado next

[verse 2: rackades]
rackades coming back, i ain’t neva dip again
get the cash do the dash and the runnin man
you ain’t wanting any smoke, cos we let it bang
hold the draco when we walk, like the taliban
choppa wit a stick, imma let it hit
swishes in the cut, mac 11 onna hip
pull up to your house, yeah we tote a lotta clips
really change the weather when im walking wit the drip
7 bands for a ring, 6 bullets inne ting
watch me run up on they back, pack a milli onne wing
lotta money on the gang, they be searching like its bing
i be like a b-tterfly, like a bee ill make it sting
mixing all these drinks like its chemistry
keep on talking down, keep on testing me
switch up on me quick, now you messing wit my head
you don’t wanna see me now, you gon love me when im dead
made a lotta cash in a day
we gon pull up wit a choppa do the dash in a wraith
say you talking bout your idol i was busy making bands
if you ever want the smoke then these bullets make you dance, that’s a fact
talking bout my problems i ain’t neva had to cap
busy making hits now they really overlap
i got diamonds dripping to the floor like issa tap
chase me bout my swishes but they lock on wit the gat
bullets on my neck and its bullets what i tote
shawty love the drip tat the gucci on her throat
samace off the drinks rackades pop a couple pills
angwishh run up on you and we flexing h-lla bills

- rackades

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