Lyrics

Racks on me just bust a couple plays This ain't nothing new do shit like this everyday Bitches tell they friends about me niggas they gon hate Been about my business all these hundreds in my face Oo I smell like money I can't do no second place This ain't nothing new do shit like this everyday Bitches tell they friends about me niggas they gon hate Been about my business all these hundreds in my face And I'm gon slide On my Southside playas circle I got Texas in my spirit But my lyric universal I do my thang up in the game And I ain't needing no rehearsal I mix my dickies with the two piece Rocking cortez and a thermal But three strand twist wit rubber band my braids on new reign All black boot jus match my suit my swag on Bruce Wayne I pop out when I get fresh my wrist on two chains I can't dap these niggas up them folks be too lame Tryna rock out with yo boo thang Ay cuz I ain't even got no feelings shawty My body on fridge ay Nigga feel to numb ay That's just what it is ay And I might need tums Too many drugs mixed up in my ribs ay And I might be young but a nigga ain't dumb You can see how we live ay Racks on me just bust a couple plays This ain't nothing new do shit like this everyday Bitches tell they friends about me niggas they gon hate Been about my business all these hundreds in my face Oo I smell like money I can't do no second place This ain't nothin new do shit like this everyday Bitches tell they friends about me niggas they gon hate Been about my business all these hundreds in my face
Writer(s): Sebastian Martell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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