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letra de blackjack - ry racks

[intro: getrichzay]
mmm
uh
(blackjack production)
uh
uh (uh)
that’s it right there

[verse 1: getrichzay & ry racks]
f-cked that ho, she ain’t say a thing, b-tch gon’ keep it p (b-tch gon’ keep it p)
uh, n-gga go to jail, that boy gon’ sing just like pleasure p (just like pleasure p)
walk down, punch they block with them switches, heard they twenty deep (twenty deep)
keep thinkin’ with his d-ck (with his d-ck), cuffin’ b-tches, he so f-ckin’ sweet (he so f-ckin’ sweet)
masked up (masked up), pop up at your door just like triple threat (triple threat)
he got gassed up (got gassed up), then that boy got smoked (he got smoked) and he f-ckin’ leaked (leaked)
i’d be d-mned i cuffed that b-tch, lil’ ho known for doin’ deed (doin’ deed)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of them bl!cks, ’em n-ggas ain’t known for doin’ hit (aight, come on, ain’t known for doin’ hit)
i pop out with that switch (i pop out), how much opps can we hit? (uh)
we pop out when it’s dark (pop out), tell the gang get it lit (know that’s—)
uh, we got dead opps (dead opps), so much n-ggas, it don’t make sense (don’t make sense)
post at the store like redbox (like redbox), young as h-ll with fifty cents
(n-gga get shot for doin’ too much, makin’ a show like 50 cent)
uh, we throw headshots (throw headshots), we throw headshots, n-gga (bah)
walk down with that glock (walk down with that glock), black box, red dots, n-gga (red)
hop out with that switch (hop out with frrt), then get low (then get—), they got shot sensor (they got shot—)
get inside the car, cut ’em off (cut ’em off, uh) just like a pair of scissors (pair of scissors)
man, these n-ggas be b-tches cliquin’ up, they some d-mn sisters (racks, d-mn)
[verse 2: ry racks]
all black, ski-ed up in that black jeep (that black jeep)
yeah, i came in the mall with this bl!cky and we like four deep (like four deep)
ayy, lil’ bro ready to bend that block
reach for my neck, then a n-gga get shot
these n-ggas be b-tches, these n-ggas game bots
n-gga wanna be famous, we put him on fox
n-ggas beef online, that sh-t be lame
if i mention in person, i hope it’s the same (i hope it’s the same)
n-ggas unbl!cked, why the f-ck do you can’t?
srt goin’ fast in this b-tch, swervin’ lanes
you want you some change? then open a bank
n-gga shots so loud, sh-t smell like d-mn
spark that b-tch, the feeling mantain
n-gga said that he a leader, i’m takin’ his ring
with bro, a demon, gone quick ’til he came (came)
n-gga, hop out the whip, make a f-ck n-gga faint
n-gga, hop out the whip, make a f-ck n-gga fall
that n-gga check with us, gon’ end up brawled
lil’ thot ho, i’ma fill up her jaws
got addicted to head, you can pull up your drawers
get with hit a left, make a f-ck n-gga fall
hit him with the static, go and beef with it all (with it all)
if a fuss say, “down,” i ‘m ready to ball
tell lil’ bro if he need me, just give me a call
so many shooters, you prolly thought i had john wall

- ry racks

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