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(альбом: Polaris - 2020)

Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain't dirty cash in the whip
Dirty cash, it's legit
Got thirty racks on my wrist
Want a verse from man with a discount
That's like thirty

Yo, jump in the 4.5 and fill it up
Pull up a pout and bill it up
Boy try chest but the prick weren't big enough
Man won't dip him, I'll dig him up
Man throw shade cah he just ain't sick as us
Man won't diss him, I'll big him up
All the hate in the air is killing us
Pissed cah they can't get rid of us
Two twin-pipes at the rear of the whip
Hear it when I'm steering the bitch
Four shots down, go on tour next year in a bit
Them man can't come near to the kid
Oi, listen up, hear what it is
It's a myth, I ain't hearing your shit
Jump on a jet 'cause my head needs clearing a bit
No work, I'm here for the trip
Something smelly in the Virgil pouch
Fuck the fed, it's a personal ounce
Too much loud, hear you telling me to turn it down
When your gal wan' turn it 'round
Oh you're hurting now
'Cause your bridge with your bitch is burning down
I come skrrrting 'round
With a big bag of L's, let me serve 'em out

Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain't dirty cash in the whip
Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain't dirty cash, it's legit
Paid the price, ain't no turning back
I've got thirty racks on my wrist
Want a verse from man with a discount
That's like thirty racks 'cause I'm lit

Rip it to bits
Listen, I'm sick of the shit
Whip out the clip of the stick
If I fill it with lil bits, I'm splitting your wig
Wicked and big in the bitch
Tripping if you think you're spinning the kid
Got all of your missuses licking their lips
Just look at the flick of the wrist
Truth be told, I'm through with hoes
No more moving loose when it's cooch involved
Got no time to lose, bill a zute and roll
Step out the black coupe with a cutie doll
New you, but the news is old
I step through on froze, super cold
Three, two, one, pick quick, move and go
Fuck big drip, bro, I'm super soaked
Stay lit but remain composed
Got my business right and my mind in place
Made all my moves and stayed in my zone
Now tell me, who's got the shine like Aitch?

My cards got dealt and I played 'em right
I was barring day till night
Putting in work with the cake in mind
If I didn't have none, I'd be making time

Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain't dirty cash in the whip
Riding 'round with like thirty racks
This ain't dirty cash, it's legit
Paid the price, ain't no turning back
I've got thirty racks on my wrist
Want a verse from man with a discount
That's like thirty racks 'cause I'm lit