My bitch bad she a freak hoe

Spent sum rackies on a bag in a [?]

Yea we smokin good [?] its lethal

I got bricks like shaq at the free throw

Gotta watch out for the feds thru the peep hole

Im on a run i turn my back dey see a [?]

I made up 50 racks on this flip phone

She gon [?] fo me, throw that bitch a dog bone

In the trap I keep that sack i feel santa

Shoot his body thot he played fo alabama

Gotta watch out for yo debit card we finna [?]

I gotta Glock wit an AR, im finna [?]

She say Luvcache baby why u look so clean

I said bitch who tf are u, you dont know me

Turnin up im in yo city, with my pants on fleek

They lookin at me mad cuz my pockets so [?]

They wanna kno how i got this far

I keep my head straight shoot for the stars

Blue hunnids in my bank, need more

Im pointin 40s at yo head, its war

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Got a couple shooters n they right beside me

Got a [?] on my waist lil bro u can't stop me

[?] ridin for too long i think u need a plan b

They lookin at me crzy they dont understand me

Ima rude boy turnin up my swag now

[?] gettin on the bag now

[?] cash now

[?] then i pass out

My bitch bad she a freak hoe

Spent a rackie [?]

Smokin on a [?] pack n its lethal

I got bricks like Shaq at the freethrow