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He wanna scrap he dead

He wanna rap he fig

That boy is a rat he fed

He wanna cap what said

I'm after racks instead

Ain't nun to chase that bread

Keep that bitch on my lap when I'm up in the raq cause if I ever lack I'm dead

He wanna bump no acne

This a race to the top no track meet

Used to run with them niggas that clap people

Same niggas with me eating crab meat

Same niggas with me eating zaxbys

Or on the same street where Saks be

Still selling Mary Kate and Ashley

Get whatever whenever they ain't gotta ask me

Uh grahh uh grahh

My bitch strapped up in her bra

I'm the type to ride around and be cool

Still strapped up in the car

Matter of fact I'm the type to act like we cool and still gone shoot up your block

Ever got chased right after school make you not wanna get up tomorrow

Still tryna stomp the yard

Still tryna fuck ya broad

I'm still goin hard

Still tryna play my part

Still tryna play my cards right

I'm tryna obey the law

And I still hate the law Ight them bitches gave me a charge

Me and Milano dripped in Milano we in the vip and they brought out the bottles

And you know the gang came with some models

You know they gone suck it swallow

Twelve can't stop shit shout out to Ralo

Bought a new car shit like I hit the lotto

Enter with caution my niggas done shot hoes

We dodging bitches like potholes

Turn my grind up till I can't no more

Ima spend it till I can't no more

Mac elevens nines glocks Ks' galore

Now I'm winning nigga praise

The lord

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