[Intro]

(1o)

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[Verse 1]

Fuckboy out bad , and he sad, oh

Bitch I'm-ch I'm getting to them racks, like my dad did

Yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic

Y-yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic

I don't fuck with cops, cause the cops racist

And I don't like class, 'cause the clock's racing

Going fast in that ghost, then I'm racing

If you talking 'bout lil' Nett, then you brainless

Yeah, you hatin' on the kid, tryna make it

Yeah, I'm from the same city, and you hatin

Yeah, yeah, I'm from the same city, and you hating?

And your bitch got Witch Gang on her playlist

And we gooo, clocks racing

She want take the dick, this bitch wanna face it

She wanna love the- she wanna love the Nett, but I cannot love a bitch

She want- she want fuck the Nett, maybe I can fuck your bitch

I'm in the trap, makin real racks

You out bad in this ho, bitch, we getting to them racks

Long live my fucking bruddas, this shit coming from the heart

Fuck 12, they some hoes, that shit coming from the heart

Thought she was my friend, she left me in the dark

[Outro]

Fuckboy out bad, and he sad, oh

Bitch I'm-ch I'm getting to them racks, like my dad did

Yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic

Y-yeah, I'm on the way, I ain't know that there was traffic

I don't fuck with cops, because the cops are racist

And I don't like class, 'cause the clock's racing

Going fast in that ghost, then I'm racing