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I just like the sound Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Ridin' 'round with a rack on me, lil' bitch And I got the pack on me, take a whiff S2K, pull up, give your bitch a lift Stick up with a scope, empty out the full clip You say that's your bitch, well, I think that you are wrong Why she sendin' pics, nothin' on, just a thong Fuck everybody fuckin' with me to get on 10 band lick, hit the juug and then I'm gone Lately I've been feelin' so alone But I can't complain 'cause I've been runnin' up the dough Pop another Perc' and now it got me movin' slow I can never switch up on my gang, yeah, you should know Bitch, I'm in a HazMat, tell me, where the gas at? I'ma get the cashback, shawty, you can grab that Bitch, leave me 'lone, I'ma do this by myself Made it where I'm at and I did it with no help Failure was never an option for me God on my side, I'm a boss with the team Dress to impress, yeah, I'm only 17 Couldn't wait to count up all this motherfuckin' green Ridin' 'round with a rack on me, lil' bitch And I got the pack on me, take a whiff S2K, pull up, give your bitch a lift Stick up with a scope, empty out the full clip You say that's your bitch, well, I think that you are wrong Why she sendin' pics, nothin' on, just a thong Fuck everybody fuckin' with me to get on 10 band lick, hit the juug and then I'm gone And I got the racks on me, lil' bitch Pull up to the club, see his bitch takin' pics Glocky got a beam and it got a pair of tits VVS my neck, Chrome Hearts on my wrist Play this for your bitch, yeah, it's her favorite song I don't want no sex, no, only want the dome No new phone calls, got a new phone In love with my .40, yeah, in love with the chrome Tryna put my momma in a brand new home Cannot trust a soul so I gotta move alone Only smoke exotic, never smokin' home-grown And I got the racks on me, lil' bitch And I got a Glock on me, take a pic And I got the racks on me And I got the racks on me, yeah, yeah, yeah Ridin' 'round with a rack on me, lil' bitch And I got the pack on me, take a whiff S2K, pull up, give your bitch a lift Stick up with a scope, empty out the full clip You say that's your bitch, well, I think that you are wrong Why she sendin' pics, nothin' on, just a thong Fuck everybody fuckin' with me to get on 10 band lick, hit the juug and then I'm gone
Writer(s): Jacob Thureson, Gavin Weiland, Joshua Bailey Petruccio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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