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[Intro]
Turn me up a couple notches
Tell them hoes I need a couple options
They know I came to get it started
We still trappin' out of private projects
[Chorus]
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these **** broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the hoes
They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go
[Chorus]
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these ****, they wack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin
[Verse 1]
I came in with the squad, I came in with the glo
She can slide here every time, she gon' do it like a pro
Tryna ride out, go off the radar, nowadays I like being remote
I don't fuck with these **** at all, I'm prayin' for keeps like I'm L'A Capone
You could go do, go do better
Keep your head on clutch, ****, keep your head up
I think I been doin' too much, yeah, I been way too fed up
Hedi Slimanes, these YSL, these leopard print Margielas
[Bridge]
You know just what I feel, I hate it when it show
When you get vu jà dé, think I been here before
Know why I love your page, 'cause you don't even post
Yeah, I been had trust issues, can't let 'em get too close
[Chorus]
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these **** broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the hoes
They wanna try the beast, yeah, I can't let it go
[Chorus]
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these ****, they wack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin
[Verse 2]
You know I got milli's up, I give your bitch a band
All the talkin' on the net, I caught him in the rear
Bitch, we really in the field, I'll put you in the stand
Oh yeah, oh a drill, I been cookin' with my head
[Chorus]
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these ****, they wack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Christopher Quillin, Daniel Perez, Derek Anderson, Desmond Rasberry, Kobe “BbyKobe” Hood, Stan Greene, Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe