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(Neckklace)
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Racks in the backpack, just like a rich nigga
I'm carrying the comb, we shoot
Racks in the backpack, just like a rich nigga
I'm carrying the comb, we shoot

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Racks in the backpack, I have the pure in my pants
White boy
White boy

Ri-, ahn, ri-, ahn, rich nigga shit, ahn (rich nigga) shit)
Ri-, ahn, ri-, ahn, rich nigga shit (rich nigga shit)

If I pass the blitz, it will become news
The barrel is in the comb, I don't trust them
I'm really involved, this has become my life
Burning this blunt in front of the pigs

Think about it, nigga
Nigga, think about it

Pass a kilo, nigga, passing more kilo attitude
Like stealth, this nigga is dangerous, ahn, ahn
I smoke this zaza, I sleep
These guys are getting mad, be careful with the choppa
The choppa grabs and passes like a shadow, I have my foot dirty on the skrt

This bih is recurrent in the coke
This bih is historical in the coke
It's a fact that I call the plug

Racks rich nigga shit, I count racks, ahn, ahn
He acts like a bitch, that's a fact

It's been a while since I've been broke
It's been a while since I've been broke

Pussy nigga, pussy
Pussy nigga, pussy
Pussy nigga, pussy
Pussy nigga, pussy
Pussy nigga, pussy
Pussy nigga, pussy

I'm not nervous
I aim at the hoe
I only smoke green
Pussy nigga who aims at the coke
Quarantine is over
Pussy nigga get out of the house
I answered the phone to tell him to fuck off
I answered the phone, yeah, I'm not wearing a hat
With the piece in my hand, yeah, he trembled

Who the fuck is that? (wait, lets go)
Ra, ra, ra, ra!

I put it inside this hoe, she knows I'm hot
Man takes a shot if messing with me or any of the guys
I put molly, I set fire to the club, man

I look at these guys and laugh, there's no way, man
I'm like a zombie, a few days without sleep
But I'm making money and laughing at this diss

Haha, you want to talk? Then come with the truth
That when we went to collect, the gangster turned coward
You're fake, man, you're fake

Looking like the crazy white guys at the rave
I shoot, man, I shoot
Just look for who was the crazy one who tried to mess with me

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(Nana-na, lets get it)
Pow-pow-pow
I break you like a kitkat
I don't smoke thin anymore
Give me this shit, I'll roll a big joint
Don't speak ill of me
I have a lot of bullets, like tic tac
Don't even try to get close
My guys step on it
She sees the drip, makes a zig-zag
I'm getting dizzy, seeing all black
Pussy tastes good like a big mac
Two piercings on the chest, she sells pack

I'm fucking this bitch
Like Snoop Dogg, Doggystyle
Bottle of Fanta with my lean
It's not Kenan & Kel
She wants to stay here because she wants to smoke for free
I answered the phone, I'm going to send her home
I answered the phone, I can't do anything
I have racks in the backpack, man, I'm counting bars

Thirty thousand in Louis V, thirty thousand in Louis V
Thirty thousand in Louis V, thirty thousand in Louis V

I have two soldiers on each corner
Two shooters in the field, just in case
I haven't changed time zones and this hoe is calling me (ahn)

Which one? Which one? Speak softly, I'm recording
Racks in the backpack, I count racks
By the way we walk, I count racks and she just asks me for sex
Racks in the backpack, I count racks
They want the method, but I don't deal with fake pussy

Racks in the backpack, just like a rich nigga
I'm carrying the comb, we shoot
Racks in the backpack, just like a rich nigga
I'm carrying the comb, we shoot

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Alright, I'm gonna get high now