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Wreck

 

Wreck

(album: RR - 2021)


I just walked in with that fire, he can get hit with that nine, nigga (Hit with that nine, nigga)
Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah), racks on me, I ain't signed yet (Racks on me, I ain't signed yet)
Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet (Think I need a private jet)
Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck (Send them shots right at his neck)
Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah)
Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Told the labels cut the check
FN make a nigga wreck
Made a hundred off the internet (Off the internet)
And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet
Took his ho, no, he can't get her back (Can't get her back)

Cuffing that ho, that's how you get whacked (Yeah, huh, whacked)
All these racks just like an ATM, bitch, I fell in love with cash (Yeah, fell in love with cash)
Yeah, I got racks, I'm well off, bitch, I'm cooling in the back (In the back)
Yeah, that nigga fell off and he still ain't shaking back (Still ain't shaking back)
And I heard them niggas ran off, yeah, they ran off with his stash (Ran off with his stash)
Yeah, ran off with his bag
Uh, ran off with his cash
Yeah, I can't cuff these bitches, all these bitches shaking ass (Shaking ass)
Left my old ho in the past
Got a lot of niggas mad (Lot of niggas mad)

I just walked in with that fire, he can get hit with that nine, nigga (Hit with that nine, nigga)
Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah), racks on me, I ain't signed yet (Racks on me, I ain't signed yet)
Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet (Think I need a private jet)
Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck (Send them shots right at his neck)
Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah)
Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Told the labels cut the check
FN make a nigga wreck
Made a hundred off the internet (Off the internet)
And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet
Took his ho, no, he can't get her back (Can't get her back)

done

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