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Ay
Gang
This hoe so fucking raw Beezy

Racks racks racks racks
Stuffing my pockets with it
Rt on my engine hit the dash
We like fuck a limit

Gas gas gas gas gas
Filling my lungs with it
Og in my blunt I love them runts
Make eyes squinted

Cash cash cash cash
Too many damn digits
Running up the guap
We won't stop it ain no cash limit

Racks racks racks racks
Stuffing my pockets with it
Rt on my engine hit the dash
We like fuck a limit

Gas gas gas gas gas
Filling my lungs with it
Og in my blunt I love them runts
Make eyes squinted

Cash cash cash cash
Too many damn digits
Running up the guap
We won't stop it ain no cash limit

Clutching on this pole
It's my only hope to make it home
Before I let em take me
I'll put two of these in yo dome

Riding with my gang
I don't care if they right or wrong
Extension in my clip
Help me get em if he going long

It's hard to dodge 50
Out the clip gone be a sad song
If a nigga diss me
This gone have to be his last song

Before I leave the house
It's a mission put my gloves on
All my niggas tripping
Catch you slipping pow his head gone

Never been a bitch
I been with it since the 1st grade
Beating niggas ass in the class
He need a 1st aid

Feeling on this thick ass bitch
She let me penetrate
First nigga reach for my chain
Gone be the demonstration

Racks racks racks racks
Stuffing my pockets with it
Rt on my engine hit the dash
We like fuck a limit

Gas gas gas gas gas
Filling my lungs with it
Og in my blunt I love them runts
Make eyes squinted

Cash cash cash cash
Too many damn digits
Running up the guap
We won't stop it ain no cash limit

Racks racks racks racks
Stuffing my pockets with it
Rt on my engine hit the dash
We like fuck a limit

Gas gas gas gas gas
Filling my lungs with it
Og in my blunt I love them runts
Make eyes squinted

Cash cash cash cash
Too many damn digits
Running up the guap
We won't stop it ain no cash limit



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Writer(s): Brandon Braswell
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