This the hardest tape I ever dropped She the baddest I done ever hit This the strongest pack I ever bought This the fastest car I ever drove I be having racks online, I gotâmillion-dollarâschemes
Iâgot Chrome Heartâjeans and aâRuger with the beam, yeah Vegan, nigga, I don´t eat no wings Bae ridin´ with me just to roll my weed Yammin´ on niggas like Joel Embiid Was a young thug like Gotit and Keed Foreign car crank up, it ain´t got keys A1 ´za buds, they ain´t got seeds I just caught a play in a VLONE tee Straight to the source, can´t middle-man me She ain´t even charge, I just hit the bitch free Eight to seven racks on me, all of ´em free Couple BINs on me, check the fake ID LV belt and a plain white tee Bitches hatin´ on the kid, they wanna crucify me I tapped out, wasn´t satisfying me You ain´t gotta fake it, don´t pacify me If you ever try me, that´s an R.I.P.
I thought you loved me I thought you fucked with me You tried to cross me You tried to off me Black lives matter, so I´m burning black Runtz Trap still jumping, made fifty this month Big bag chillin´ while I´m stuffin´ my blunt Big boy mansion, three whips in the front My dawg just died, so we goin´ on a hunt Nigga gon´ shoot, we ain´t shootin´ no one Collectin´ our straps, we ain´t sellin´ no gun Workin´ all day, we ain´t havin´ no fun Weed fast, nigga, gotta clear out my lungs Heard he was tellin´, gotta cut out his tongue Go and get a bag, these niggas just bums Ridin´ ´round the city with a hundred-round drum Bitch-ass nigga, quit poppin´ your gums
I just did an IJ for a hundred-and-some K Eatin´ every fuckin´ day like a fuckin´ entrÊe, yeah Fifty-five racks in a Goyard bag Put it on ice, you done made the opps mad Finessed me a nigga, oops, my bad Pull up to the set in a Cadillac truck With a Glock 9 tucked, gotta make these bucks These rap niggas suck, if it´s slumped, then it´s up She just want it hard ´cause she like it real rough Old-school OG smell like must Get to the money, yeah, nigga, I must Cheap 38 and the handle got rust Everything turn gold that I touch
I thought you loved me I thought you fucked with me You tried to cross me You tried to off me Black lives matter, so I´m burning black Runtz Trap still jumping, made fifty this month Big bag chillin´ while I´m stuffin´ my blunt Big boy mansion, three whips in the front My dawg just died, so we goin´ on a hunt Nigga gon´ shoot, we ain´t shootin´ no one Collectin´ our straps, we ain´t sellin´ no gun Workin´ all day, we ain´t havin´ no fun Weed fast, nigga, gotta clear out my lungs Heard he was tellin´, gotta cut out his tongue Go and get a bag, these niggas just bums Ridin´ ´round the city with a hundred-round drum Bitch-ass nigga, quit poppin´ your gums
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