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Americano. Turn the studio into a trap house. Oh, I've been mixing dough, that's why I got Racks now. Racks, said we taking off after our tracks out. We balling like Stackhouse, until I pass out. Pass out. Woo. Pass out. Yeah, yeah, woo. Yeah, yeah. Pass out. If the bitch gon' get too greedy, kick her Ass out. Pass out, pass out. Yeah, Going in. Found myself a brodie, brodie told me I should Flex up on them. Hoes that would ignore me, Now adore me, say I'm handsome, homie. Bought myself a Rollie, still can't tell the fucking Time on it. I ain't giving co-signs for free. Swear foreign outside on fleek. I don't ever switch sides, OG. You weren't born like Kai, boy, cheat. Just some OGs, in the pearly. I'ma hold up big bro, Proly. Bread with the fam, I don't eat with a Foe. Never slow down, got the speed when I Flow. Mama said I should settle down, get a House. 'Cause I had a main bitch, now I Creep with the hoes. I could never sleep, I'ma Dream till I blow. Put a hook on record And they freeze from the cold. Fiend for the Snow, yeah, they eager to know. Get the tracks in a stack, yeah, a king To the throne. What? Still they wanna pass out on me. Sleep on my team till I spazz out on Them. They don't understand there's a blackout Coming. When the pack start running, we be hunting For something. I'm in a Maybach, but where your Jane giving brain, whack. Fuck around with my team, Get your fingers cracked. I just state facts. And if you ain't gang, you won't find me, I'm a needle in a haystack. Turn the studio into a trap house. Oh, I've been mixing dough, that's why I got Racks now. Racks, Bro said we taking off after Our tracks out. We balling like Stackhouse, Until I pass out. Pass out. Woo. Pass Pass out. Yeah, yeah, woo. Yeah, yeah. Pass out, pass out. If the bitch gon' get too greedy, kick her Ass out. Pass out, pass out. Yeah, yeah. No, I ain't never known that I'd get this High, no. Them day ones at my show, They never quiet down. Stay on the humble as you grind on. Yo, Bas, speak what's on your mind, Bro. Мое лицо от солнца скрывает тень от микро. Я спал пару часов, меня снова будит альбом. Все эти рэп-фанаты думают это легко. Бездарные MC опустили планку на дно. Ты сьюзал гору стаффа, но не был и вдохновлен. Но ты так и не въехал, что дело совсем Не в нем. Но ты так и не въехал, Что дело совсем не в нем. Я покажу тебе дело, парень. Chillo. I fuck a lot of chickie till they Pass out. Then I wake the rabbit till it Bust and I whack a king. Man, I got It off power, what the fuck, another one? Beat another one, bitch, studio veteran. Yes. This is only business, понимаешь меньше, чему Feels on sanity. Но ты говоришь о dope dealing, Говори ты ок, видео перемены, oh really? Сидя на баллоны, вы одна комната квартиры. My whole go-getter, твоя hoe coke dealer. Who you know, I can't, you cannot fuck with Us. And I'm out of control, shit, it's god, The god flow, Big L, I kill it, boy, Минус rap. Yo, little boy temp, nobody's there to Kick a cup. Got a cop that thing coming Flow sharp. All these rap boys looking me like I'm a Jesus. So I'm chilling, they just need A shit to shock 'em. Ha ha ha. Pass out, bitch.