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Yeah, aye yeah, yeah Damn, turn that beat up, yeah Aye, yuh, aye yuh Racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on me (yuh) Fucked yo bitch she callin' out, she said she want it deep Racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on me (aha) I don't give a fuck about your energy (yeah) Torment is infinite I wish that I was aborted My ma' could afford it Light up with the syndicate Then get my B, she contorted Her feet into orbit I'll fuck on the internet Gone get your girl to record it My nut on her forehead I'm sad but she into it You all the same lika a synonym Huh, yuh Racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on me (yuh) I gone bring the ruckus, got my focus on the fee Seeing out the black, we staying strapped up to the teeth If you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street (yuh) Buried underneath six feet concrete Old mate with the ski, like c'est la vie That girls pussy taste like made lychee I'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea My seed, compressed between them cheeks That's g Got them buns for fun She like a cream pastry An I ain't done 'til sun Done did a 360 Said I ain't run from nun Yeah, I ain't run from (yu-yuh) Rip that clip With a fucked up face I'ma take that ace Triple drop all day Light split my vein 'Til it fit my brain Tip n slice low fate So I slide so fake Like, get no weight Don't get in my way I been cutting my demons 'Til breathing my hate Upping my Eden, deleting the pain But pain is my purpose, deserve it It fate, yuh Racks on racks, I get provisions Kodak black, got tunnel vision Seven sixes, Ben Simmons Rookie shit, no definition Amateur, you beg to listen Open ears with no intentions Shed your tears, you act like children Better back off, get the fuck out my way Grab a chainsaw, cut 'em out of they place No face, no case, I'm asserting my fate Here's your meal, I've been serving up plates No rip'n'dip, talk yo shit so quick, I'm sick of it Butter them lips so slick like gibberish Look at my racks like dividends Make you say da-da-dadada-damn How does it feel knowing she is a fan? Making it clap like god damn Bought a new jacket, it came from Japan Think that I made it? I only began I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences (yuh, yuh) My vision is impairing, I'm transparent with my privilege, uh
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