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Baby need shoes, mama need a house, goin' through racks again Baby momma bitchin' 'bout another bitch and I got up racks again Caught me down when I was slippin' but I promise I'll never lack again My shooter trigger finger at your nigga, might just hit you on accident Reload the strap again, we comin' back again You double crossed on a nigga, we hit him and it ain't by accident Throwin' new racks again, blowin' through stacks again Hella new plaques again, spittin' these facts again Sippin' the dirtiest, baby, the shipment come and get the earliest, baby I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby, the first to the fuckin' thirtieth baby Ain't a place a nigga can't go One Umbrella, that's the fuckin' gang though Had it imprinted on a chain though Switchin' different whips like I'm Django I done came up from the sidewalk Now I rap, nigga, used to slang dope From the fistfights to the shootouts In the parking lot and now it's bankroll Was a broke nigga, now I came up I don't do this shit to entertain ya Can't believe I even got this famous Yesterday I was grippin' on a stainless I was sellin' dope from out the Popeye's I was whippin' corner, kinda clockwise Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes Sellin' dope when niggas should be top five SongtexteGot extended clip inside a Glock-9 It was never times I forgot mine If a nigga trippin', turn to Columbine Shootin' anybody, that is shots firin' Niggas said that they deserve my position But them pussy niggas, they did not grind If we talkin' 'bout shit that separates me and you, nigga, it's a long line I done came through, Bentayga Bentley Never thought that I'd be seein' this when I was young and I was playin' Sega Genesis Pancake seats made at Denny's that's real nigga shit Won't pay a bitch nigga debt Bet your life on the line 'cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Would you look at where I'm from, it ain't on accident So gimme that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwin' more racks again, blowin' through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident Backin' that back again (Oh), fucked up my stacks up again (Oh) Nigga get clapped again (Grrr), it ain't on accident Set it all up so I know they mad Copped my freezer from Izzy and Rollie bag Could beat up, we don't care where the police at And we scorin', fuckboy, where yo' homies at? Niggas know if we 'bout it, we love the drip So my youngins be on that, they love the fit We pull up, we blastin' this shit for real Momma said, "It's for nothin', you need to chill" I'm goin' up, still on that gang shit But I told you, I'm lane switchin' I catch a lick, it ain't really 'bout shit We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips Ain't no security with me, we totin' like fifty That's life with the gang slip But fuck it, we live how I live And I know what I did, plus it's too late to change shit Ain't not fightin', the Glock rearrange shit If he tryin' me, death, I'll arrange his In the foreign, I pick up your main bitch She was suckin' my dick, and I came quick I ain't even gon' talk on the opp side I could say what y'all want, but do not slide Caught him slippin', he ran in to Popeye's Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang (Grrr) Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Would you look at where I'm from, it ain't on accident So gimme that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwin' more racks again, blowin' through stacks again Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident Backin' that back again, fucked up my stacks up again Nigga get clapped again (Grrr), it ain't on accident Aus Songtexte Mania