Get the racks, GTR
Yeah, keep on talkin' bout that shit you did
Imma get you popped, huh
Told him keep the weed, I don't bought another Glock
Yeah, bounce out with that micro, I been puttin' shit on Fox
Told my niggas when you see the opp, boy you better drop
Yeah, trap swangin', left and right, got my phone boomin'
Yeah, had to block the bitch, stupid ho, keep on the assumin'
Yeah, pull up track hawk, this is not a f*ckin' buick
Draw down with that Fye, but he ain't know how to use it
I ain't dodgin' smoke, nigga, we can get into it
44 bulldog, hit his head, he ain't make it back
Ridin' solo in a CTS, nigga, this a Lac
Caught him lackin' on the south side, turned him to a pack
Pull up backseat in a Rolls Royce, pockets lookin' fat
GTR the road rage, leave a nigga flat
I don't see no red, I get mad and see black
Yeah, when I see my man, C5 guaranteed to blast
Yeah, someone tell luh bruh, stop hidin', I know where you stay
Yeah, this a red scat, but I think the in was beige
ABC, hit that nigga with a K
I'm a real trap nigga, I got love for all the Js
Yeah, thousand horsepower, gotta buy some bigger brakes
Yeah, news headline, C5 beat his murder case
Heard he thinkin' with his dick, and you know I got the bait
Ever since I lost my nigga, John, I can't even think
Yeah, keep on talkin' bout that shit you did
Imma get you popped, huh
Told him keep the weed, I don't bought another Glock
Yeah, bounce out with that micro, I been puttin' shit on Fox
Told my niggas when you see the opp, boy you better drop
Yeah, trap swangin', left and right, got my phone boomin'
Yeah, had to block the bitch, stupid ho, keep on the assumin'
Yeah, pull up track hawk, this is not a f*ckin' buick
Draw down with that Fye, but he ain't know how to use it
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Get the racks, GTR
Yeah, keep on talkin' bout that shit you did
Imma get you popped, huh
Told him keep the weed, I don't bought another Glock
Yeah, bounce out with that micro, I been puttin' shit on Fox
Told my niggas when you see the opp, boy you better drop
Yeah, trap swangin', left and right, got my phone boomin'
Yeah, had to block the bitch, stupid ho, keep on the assumin'
Yeah, pull up track hawk, this is not a f*ckin' buick
Draw down with that Fye, but he ain't know how to use it
I ain't dodgin' smoke, nigga, we can get into it
44 bulldog, hit his head, he ain't make it back
Ridin' solo in a CTS, nigga, this a Lac
Caught him lackin' on the south side, turned him to a pack
Pull up backseat in a Rolls Royce, pockets lookin' fat
GTR the road rage, leave a nigga flat
I don't see no red, I get mad and see black
Yeah, when I see my man, C5 guaranteed to blast
Yeah, someone tell luh bruh, stop hidin', I know where you stay
Yeah, this a red scat, but I think the in was beige
ABC, hit that nigga with a K
I'm a real trap nigga, I got love for all the Js
Yeah, thousand horsepower, gotta buy some bigger brakes
Yeah, news headline, C5 beat his murder case
Heard he thinkin' with his dick, and you know I got the bait
Ever since I lost my nigga, John, I can't even think
Yeah, keep on talkin' bout that shit you did
Imma get you popped, huh
Told him keep the weed, I don't bought another Glock
Yeah, bounce out with that micro, I been puttin' shit on Fox
Told my niggas when you see the opp, boy you better drop
Yeah, trap swangin', left and right, got my phone boomin'
Yeah, had to block the bitch, stupid ho, keep on the assumin'
Yeah, pull up track hawk, this is not a f*ckin' buick
Draw down with that Fye, but he ain't know how to use it
Yeah, keep on talkin' bout that shit you did
Imma get you popped, huh
Told him keep the weed, I don't bought another Glock
Yeah, bounce out with that micro, I been puttin' shit on Fox
Told my niggas when you see the opp, boy you better drop
Yeah, trap swangin', left and right, got my phone boomin'
Yeah, had to block the bitch, stupid ho, keep on the assumin'
Yeah, pull up track hawk, this is not a f*ckin' buick
Draw down with that Fye, but he ain't know how to use it
I ain't dodgin' smoke, nigga, we can get into it
44 bulldog, hit his head, he ain't make it back
Ridin' solo in a CTS, nigga, this a Lac
Caught him lackin' on the south side, turned him to a pack
Pull up backseat in a Rolls Royce, pockets lookin' fat
GTR the road rage, leave a nigga flat
I don't see no red, I get mad and see black
Yeah, when I see my man, C5 guaranteed to blast
Yeah, someone tell luh bruh, stop hidin', I know where you stay
Yeah, this a red scat, but I think the in was beige
ABC, hit that nigga with a K
I'm a real trap nigga, I got love for all the Js
Yeah, thousand horsepower, gotta buy some bigger brakes
Yeah, news headline, C5 beat his murder case
Heard he thinkin' with his dick, and you know I got the bait
Ever since I lost my nigga, John, I can't even think
Yeah, keep on talkin' bout that shit you did
Imma get you popped, huh
Told him keep the weed, I don't bought another Glock
Yeah, bounce out with that micro, I been puttin' shit on Fox
Told my niggas when you see the opp, boy you better drop
Yeah, trap swangin', left and right, got my phone boomin'
Yeah, had to block the bitch, stupid ho, keep on the assumin'
Yeah, pull up track hawk, this is not a f*ckin' buick
Draw down with that Fye, but he ain't know how to use it
Writer: Lucky Udeh
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