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Walk with the racks out
See me with bag wanna fuck
Like who the fuck is this
Hit the mall just to cash out
Flex where I want when I want
I ain’t worried about shit
Worried about shit
Stacking up my bread like it’s bricks
Brother really walking with them sticks
Hit a hoe like a lick
Bitches and money girl it’s a mix
If u talking all that shit you getting hit
Walk with the racks out
See me with bag wanna fuck
Like who the fuck is this
Hit the mall just to cash out
Flex where I want when I want
I ain’t worried about shit
Worried about shit
Stacking up my bread like it’s bricks
Brother really walking with them sticks
Hit a hoe like a lick
Bitches and money girl it’s a mix
If u talking all that shit you getting hit
Toolie on me
Bitch you know my brothers about that action
Rollie on me
bitch it cost however much ur house did
Gucci on my shirt didn’t like it so i trashed it
Told me that she love me but i don’t remember asking
Ooouuu
Bitch i’m getting rich I don’t got no time to talk now yeah
Ooouuu
Pocket full of blues you can tell the I walk now yeah
Girl you such a fan
Fog on my fucking vans
Told me not to stop now
Stuck up on my cock
That bitch heard my shit
Always ask when i’m gonna drop
While she talking shit
I’ll be climbing to the top
Bitches think they bold ain’t no mother fucking rock
I ain’t wasting time got a rollie as a clock
This ain’t no test bitch
I’m gonna fuck it if I want
So don’t test it
You can call me what you want
Still ingesting
All my kids in her mouth and her chest bitch
up in her intestines yeah
Riding in a benz yeah
She just wanna talk i’m not her friend yeah
Designer on my fit yeah
Call me what you want you not my bitch yeah
Gas i’m gonna roll it up yeah
She just wanna talk she know i’m going up yeah
Put it in her stomach now she throwing up yeah
Think it was the pills she took most of them yeah
Face a blunt like my fears
If I die then it’s over
I don’t think i’ll feel it yeah
Got fam no piers
If they ride for me
Swear to god that i would fucking gear it yeah
Walk with the racks out
See me with bag wanna fuck
Like who the fuck is this
Hit the mall just to cash out
Flex where I want when I want
I ain’t worried about shit
Worried about shit
Stacking up my bread like it’s bricks
Brother really walking with them sticks
Hit a hoe like a lick
Bitches and money girl it’s a mix
If u talking all that shit you getting hit
Walk with the racks out
See me with bag wanna fuck
Like who the fuck is this
Hit the mall just to cash out
Flex where I want when I want
I ain’t worried about shit
Worried about shit
Stacking up my bread like it’s bricks
Brother really walking with them sticks
Hit a hoe like a lick
Bitches and money girl it’s a mix
If u talking all that shit you getting hit
Mop him up
Told that bitch she on the drugs too much
Always fall in love devils ya
All the real ones gonna rock with us
Yeah
Mop with his ass
Pop with it yeah yeah
Spent twenty racks
Then made it back yeah
Hoes love the dick
Speaking facts yeah

Written by:
Harrison Pugh

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