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I do the most when it come to them Racks. She wanna fuck me, I know that's a Fact. Smash on her once, bet she coming right Back. Saint Laurent denim got me hella sacked. Young Stunna, that's how I'm smoking good backs. Pour you a pill, I can't interact. I ain't slept in days, I'm starting to lose Track. I hit the gas, do one-sixty in this I hit the gas, do one-sixty in this track. You say you the smoke, drop your lo where You at. Perfect attendance up where I'm at. You ain't have emotions, I know that's ball cap. Too much fake love around, had to fall back. Friends turning enemies, never saw that. All of these tools around, need a hardhat. I'm chopping off limbs, you can't even call back. I'm full of this weed, I'm full of this Drank. Go to NYC, I'm hoppin' out shank. I don't need no keys, I'm pushing this tank. Louboutin this week, yeah, I'm having some rank. I do what I please, I do what you Can't. Balenci' B what I'm sporting today. I drill like Geek, each time four frames. Now pop out, I'm feeling important today. You know I'm having to stay with a stash. Like in Life I love to treat these bitches. I was a young nigga out here wildin'. I was just tryna run up some digits. Say you like girls too, that's no problem. Every girl, we got something for me. Round here we treat the cops like opps. We ain't tryna even conversate with 'em. I can show you how to run up them Dollars. Even puttin' man the middle. Crazy girls popping champagne bottles. Two dancers, I'm stuck in the middle. I go out with all my brothers. When boy touch jail, I'm taking off with him. This year I spoot them hoes forever. They ain't double riding, bang with 'em. I do the most when it come to them Racks. She wanna fuck me, I know that's a Fact. Smash on her once, bet she coming right Back. Saint Laurent denim me hella sacked. Young Stunna, that's how I'm smoking good backs. Pour you a pill, I can't interact. I ain't slept in days, I'm starting to lose Track. I hit the gas, do one-sixty in this I hit the gas, do one-sixty in this track. You say you the smoke, drop your lo where You at. Perfect attendance up at where I'm at. You ain't have emotions, I know that's ball cap. Too much fake love around, had to fall back. Friends turning enemies, never saw that. All of these tools around, need a hardhat. I'm chopping off limbs, you can't even call back.