Racks To The Hood

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Okay, okay, ou
Okay cool
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Okay, okay, ou
Okay, [?], ou
Aye, aye, Swerve where the fuck you go bro? (I'm right here, I'm right here bro)
Oh, alright

Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A younging want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street niggas still bring racks to the hood

Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Young nigga, I been so misunderstood
We turn the block into the Cabin in the Woods
Call me Gru, I wish a nigga would
I sold him rerock, you could see the fuzz
Big ass shotgun, I'm Elmer Fudd
You could tell how he moving he really a blood
I told [?] I got the supply, Xanman once upon a time
My old plug said "Let's take a ride"
He screaming and panic, we deep frying
Ran in this hoe and tied his unc' to a [?], Like "Where all that gas that you tried to hide?"
He be trippin, Glock saying look in my eyes, I'm only gonna ask you one time
12 thinking that they got it this time, another suspect identified
I love big Drake, you know we gon' spin the guys
Bitch too toxic, I think she a Gemini
I'm seeing red but I'm not the crimson guy
Told his ass go to sleep like he is hypnotized
Dropped out of school, I don't know how to simplify
He put in a order ain't know it was missing fries

Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A younging want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street niggas still bring racks to the hood

My Stop Six nigga bang blood like Suge
Say he wanna kill me, well okay you should
Set a nigga up through a bitch from the hood
Count money up like-, it felt too good
Choppa gon' shoot, and make him ugh
I'm in the coupe, this bitch run
Too many P's, I'm still tryna flood
Couple AP's I still wanna flood
Couple of bitches I'm tryna fuck
She know that I'm up but I don't give a fuck
I got big rolls, hella hoes, now she wanna suck
New ARP and it's fucking 'em up
If I miss my shot then a nigga in luck
When we in public we keeping 'em tuck
I know some niggas I really can't trust
Sipping on Tris, he sipping on Tuss'
.30 gon' slide in a stolo truck
And me and Rino finna pour a 4 up
They be like "Jace but you finna go up"
Brand new drake, that bitch don't got a butt
She gotta lil' pretty face but she don't got a butt

Only reason why you living, we letting you
.45 shoot layers and my [?]
My Cartier frame, and I look intellectual
OG call me say "I'm tryna better you"
A younging want me to shoot niggas just like y'all did
He gave me that pistol, I turned into a hard head
He think I'm a real shooter, or whatever y'all said
Brr, brr, okay good
Street niggas still bring racks to the hood
My Stop Six nigga bang blood like Suge