Killer
Got damn
Got damn
Aha
Got damn
Got dam
Clap Clap
Bunch a few niggas on a track
Which one of you niggas sold a plaque
Ain't talking no pladder with some Crack
I wanna know which one of you can rap
So I can end that life and get some racks
Fuck it you niggas ain't got no racks
Racks
Damn
Man Imma dealer
No killa' exchange yo bitch
Like young Tiller
She a screamer
She a winner
That bitch yeah you ain't with her
Cuz she ain't had no clothes
Yeah I'm the was she was on
From a Weak dick to a Rich post
Ain't talking no Post Malone
Cuz I distribute that wealth
Cuz if u fucking bitches and sipping lean
You ain't talking no health
But you is talking that stealth yeah
Pulled it down no belt
Do I get a Nobel
I wanna pay rent
Do I have consent
Damn yo mama make it clap
Bunch a few niggas on a track
Which one of you niggas sold a plaque
Ain't talking no pladder with some Crack
I wanna know which one of you can rap
So I can end that life and get some racks
Racks you made from your tracks
Fuck it you niggas ain't got no racks
Racks
Damn
Jiggy young nigga
Still free-styling to J-Dilla
Rapping since jay was a dealer
Ain't talking cole but he's born sinner
Nah but that's my nigga
My flow sick he's flow is sicker
I fucked your bitch
Heard you bust quicker
That's cuz I practiced with your sister
New ATL
OUU
Got damn
Aha
Got damn
Got dam
Clap Clap
Bunch a few niggas on a track
Which one of you niggas sold a plaque
Ain't talking no pladder with some Crack
I wanna know which one of you can rap
So I can end that life and get some racks
Fuck it you niggas ain't got no racks
Racks
Damn
Man Imma dealer
No killa' exchange yo bitch
Like young Tiller
She a screamer
She a winner
That bitch yeah you ain't with her
Cuz she ain't had no clothes
Yeah I'm the was she was on
From a Weak dick to a Rich post
Ain't talking no Post Malone
Cuz I distribute that wealth
Cuz if u fucking bitches and sipping lean
You ain't talking no health
But you is talking that stealth yeah
Pulled it down no belt
Do I get a Nobel
I wanna pay rent
Do I have consent
Damn yo mama make it clap
Bunch a few niggas on a track
Which one of you niggas sold a plaque
Ain't talking no pladder with some Crack
I wanna know which one of you can rap
So I can end that life and get some racks
Racks you made from your tracks
Fuck it you niggas ain't got no racks
Racks
Damn
Jiggy young nigga
Still free-styling to J-Dilla
Rapping since jay was a dealer
Ain't talking cole but he's born sinner
Nah but that's my nigga
My flow sick he's flow is sicker
I fucked your bitch
Heard you bust quicker
That's cuz I practiced with your sister
New ATL
OUU
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