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Whoa, Kenny I make sixty racks in my sleep Double that back, save half of the cash up I just gave sixty back to my team A.J. Tracey drip on the watch Yeah I call that sixty stack to A.P Way too wavy, the boy won't stop like Aitch Got sixty racks in my jeans Bruddah, got sixty racks in my jeans (Whoo) Bitch please Imma slide like a Tokyo Drifter Get a bitch high when she get in my ride I'll American Pie that, boy going Stifler Bruddah online with a very strong vibe And the Henny on wine so I slide that insta Bruddah don't lie, you thinking your shit good Nah see, you ain't due for this gas, fuck Hitler You're a shit cunt, that's dirty You wanna clash? This a smash-up derby I ain't Shawn Mendes, you ain't getting Mеrcy French girls give me good brain, say "Mеrci" Little chick dirty, new chick thirsty Triple 2-0 ona hoe, that's thirsty I was on the grind since hashtag merky The man united in the van like Perci SongtexteWhat, what? Yeah, what dog? You get struck by thunder, Bon Scott I was on the Opp block, I was getting Opp thots Nah joke, I don't got the Ops cause the [?] I ain't lost prof', kept it in a locked box So I got a thot in a Burberry crop top (Whoo) Now everything I earn brah it's dosh dosh Bruddah you ain't DaBaby, you not Bop, you're a soft cock (Skrrrrt) I'm protecting my drive like bumpers I ain't Stormzy but unleashed 10K for the week, brutha we ain't gonna chat 'bout numbers Let's draw strings, Hurtsville, yeah the hoodie's on top of your head Brutha I don't need jumpers Talk money, the check come direct East, West, North, South, give a fuck for the compass Yeah damn right, yeah damn right D from the back of the box, the girl Van Dijk You ain't on shit, you're shit just like a man dyke You been on shit, less chicks than your 'Gram likes Yeah damn right, yeah damn right I don't give two fucks what her man like How he jump online with the hate shit then jump back online with a gram? (hahaha) Like, I don't get all you online troll cunts, I don't get how you sleep so well Little raps minions, forty years old and you're still a virgin, you're like a Steve Carrell Your life, not mine, don't speak, don't tell Too busy with your bitch in a cheap hotel Chicks want chicks and the chicks want dicks so a chick told chicks and the chicks just- Ohhh, everyone bruddha who's jealous of me Getting this cheddar no better than me Better be stressing, your girl going shopping then using your credit card; spending on me Pay for the weed and she get it for free The crazy lil' freak gimme head in the Jeep Argh Sixty racks in my sleep bra Still saved up all the rest for the streets Wait How the fuck he this good? Can't explain it, maybe the cadence, maybe I'm patient Maybe i'm basic, maybe I couldn't give a fuck for the haters Maybe I couldn't give a fuck that I'm famous On a M.I.A. with the paper planes Blazing a J, brah face it It's 420 fam, brah I blaze it Aus Songtexte Mania