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Package, I had racks on racks Gotta keep the pump on me, I'ma have a Asthma attack I'm a crip nigga, gotta put my set on the map Keep a double cup, gotta pour fours on fours Water on me, I could pull a jetski A real nigga behind bars, they had to let me out Now five bad bitches wanna sex me down Hunnids bitches [??], then we kick back The Richard Millie stole my wrist back 60 and a 100 racks, I did that Got killers on go, [??] can't leave back Gotta keep blue faces in the middle console Roddy Ricch, all I know is popping rubber bands I remember I was sitting in the projects With a dollar bill, then I turned it into a hunnid bands It ain't my fault if your main bitch choosing Straight outta Compton, I'm a rich nigga, I'm ruthless Hopped in the dawn, I forget where the roof is Nine millie, I'm a snap a bitch, I shoot, chill This a big body, barely can park it My diamonds shaking nigga, my wrist got Parkinsons Aus Songtexte Mania