[Intro: luracks]

(luracks)

A-Team shit nigga (Boy)

Hold on... (Where you get all the racks from?)

(Boy)

[Verse 1: luracks]

I'm in this bit' with gang

I'm in that bit' with slimes

Run the pack like [?] in his prime

Rifle rounds when im tryna' slide

Like damn nigga, check the time

On the block, I'on wanna' rhyme

That's a Misdemeanor not a crime

I'm on a drill like, it's my time to shine

All these shells fucking up my spine

I got a .9 and a Number (N)ine

I pull hollows all up in his mind

I finna blow just like a mine

Rocking Rick, this ain't Calvin Klein

Dual shots if a nigga acting swine

[Verse 2: thr33]

EBT it's my time to eat

Drop a nigga, put him in the creek

I can't fuck with pussy niggas 'cause they weak

Thanks your hoe, I ain't know, 'cause I bеat her cheeks (On god)

N-Nigga tryna post up on the gang, you gon' fail

Nigga that shit ain't an Eighth, put it on the scalе

Telling fake hood stories, that's a fairy tale

I'm on my grind like a skater on a rail

That nigga can't get away, because I'm on his trail

She got a smart brain, she ain't went to Yale

Slatt got me moving like I turned into a snail

Gave her some good dick, then I blossom

She hit me on E-Mail

Nigga a bitch he hitting on females

I ain't a hockey puck she can get [?]

Mini Drac' with a scope, so I see range

R-Racks called me up to rob a nigga talking crazy

And Smoke got that fye' on him so he get to blazing

Bitch I'm the same nigga from my hood, I ain't never changing (I ain't never changing, ni**a)

Boy you can go to jail for all that dick riding while your glazing (Gang)

(Bttttt...)