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808TurnEmUp
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808TurnEmUp
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808turnemup
Split up the river, the water with this
Know that they hatin', that's all that they get
Niggas be mad and they ball up a fist,
I'm in the trap with the quarters and nicks
Fuck all them numbers, won't never a niche
Junkie be tweakin' that nigga a glitch
Smokin' them zillas in the back of a sprinter
Weed a lil' strong, it needed some kick
Practice your patience, just learn how to sit
Scope out the scene when you hittin' a lick
Fuck off Nintendo, I'm watchin' them switch
I'm in the back of the back with a glick
Bitch wanna bump and I'm watchin' her ski
Shit ain't no magic, call her a trick
Fuck on Nintendo, you talkin' bout Wii
Know I control my hand on the stick
Niggas spend way too much time on that toilet
Knowin' I'm never gon' give em a shit
Niggas spend way too much time with the grease
How in the fuck did you bet he was slick
I might get stuck on the motherfuckin' level
Never with chicken, you know it's legit
I get some distillate, I'm tryin' to cook it
All of this profit, enough we can split
Watching your motherfuckin' back with a hand on the stick, Nigga, hand on the gun
Watching your motherfuckin' back, never trust a soul nigga, tellin' you somethin'
Stick to the money just like it was paper to gum
Stick to the script, know you never was dumb
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Mhmmm
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Mhmmm
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they be touchin' the sun, I can't wait on nobody, I'm gettin' it done
I don't even fuck with like too many people, these niggas be pullin' a stunt
Stay in apartments, I'm dreamin' bout yachts, How the fuck am I gon' get me one?
Know that I'm late to the motherfuckin' party, I'm supposed to be here when I was young
Swear that I'm losin' my youth to this shit, niggas know I don't ever maneuver with them
I had jumped in that water, ain't no how to swim
I had shoot my shot, it was way above the rim
Celebrate life and I pour out the drank
Came from the land of the lost where you break
All of that noise, it was harder to think, came in the jungle, walked out with a ape
Know that I'ma have my devious ways, I learned all this shit from a snake
I told you I come from the land of the lost where you better be great
When you rich like this, yo shoota be fed, better know how to pay
I put some racks on the dinner table and I told him it's all at stake
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Mhmmm
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Mhmmm
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Racks they touching the sun
Writer(s): 808 Turnemup
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