Xanax Bars
Yeah
Swear to god n**** I ain't average
Big boss can't fuck with no average bitch, yeah
I'll Have her get on her knees like kaepernick, yeah
She'll do what I say no cap in it, yeah
Cap and gown n**** no graduate
I'll run down on a n**** so fast and shit
He ran out the back I seen his ghost and shit
N***** always talking bout goals and shit
Big racks, big bag n**** got hella racks on me
Run down, run down n**** you'll get capped and shit
Ak, Ak
Chopper, Chopper
AR and shit
Pistol, Glock nine swear to god got the halo tips
Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Do my thang you dig I did that shit like oh
Woah, woah
Run that bitch I go like, oh
Know I did my thing I did the most, oh
And you know I hustled for this shit, woah
And these n***** tripping over shit, woah
Never trip on a n****
Thats the word n**** go get your own, street code, yeah
Big racks n**** hella blue cheese hoe, yeah
You a backup dancer like tito, yeah
Swear these n***** think they gonna come and get me, yeah
You aint coming to get shit n**** no pun intended, yeah
And you know I did that shit like ima run it, yeah
Make him run track like Usain and shit, yeah
These n***** be tripping n***** insane and shit
N***** always talking bout they doing this and doing this
N**** you ain't doing shit you chilling in the house and shit
N**** ill fuck your bitch in the back of the kia auto-whip
I believe in karma n****
So I got the chopper on me n****, I got that chopper on me
I got that armor on me n****, I got the whopper on me
I'll take you to New Orleans
I aint even from the Nola n****
I go so hard you n***** think you always knowing n*****
N***** think they plugged? man your plug finessing all your n*****
I go so hard I do this shit for all my kids and my bros
We carry poles and shit
I walk around with that Tommy gun
I swear I hit his goal and shit
Cap and gown n**** no graduate
I'll run down on a n**** so fast and shit
He ran out the back I seen his ghost and shit
N***** always talking bout goals and shit
Big racks, big bag n**** got hella racks on me
Run down, run down n**** you'll get capped and shit
Ak, Ak
Chopper, Chopper
AR and shit
Pistol, Glock nine swear to god got the halo tips
Swear to god n**** I ain't average
Big boss can't fuck with no average bitch, yeah
I'll Have her get on her knees like kaepernick, yeah
She'll do what I say no cap in it, yeah
Cap and gown n**** no graduate
I'll run down on a n**** so fast and shit
He ran out the back I seen his ghost and shit
N***** always talking bout goals and shit
Big racks, big bag n**** got hella racks on me
Run down, run down n**** you'll get capped and shit
Ak, Ak
Chopper, Chopper
AR and shit
Pistol, Glock nine swear to god got the halo tips
Oh, oh
Woah, woah
Do my thang you dig I did that shit like oh
Woah, woah
Run that bitch I go like, oh
Know I did my thing I did the most, oh
And you know I hustled for this shit, woah
And these n***** tripping over shit, woah
Never trip on a n****
Thats the word n**** go get your own, street code, yeah
Big racks n**** hella blue cheese hoe, yeah
You a backup dancer like tito, yeah
Swear these n***** think they gonna come and get me, yeah
You aint coming to get shit n**** no pun intended, yeah
And you know I did that shit like ima run it, yeah
Make him run track like Usain and shit, yeah
These n***** be tripping n***** insane and shit
N***** always talking bout they doing this and doing this
N**** you ain't doing shit you chilling in the house and shit
N**** ill fuck your bitch in the back of the kia auto-whip
I believe in karma n****
So I got the chopper on me n****, I got that chopper on me
I got that armor on me n****, I got the whopper on me
I'll take you to New Orleans
I aint even from the Nola n****
I go so hard you n***** think you always knowing n*****
N***** think they plugged? man your plug finessing all your n*****
I go so hard I do this shit for all my kids and my bros
We carry poles and shit
I walk around with that Tommy gun
I swear I hit his goal and shit
Cap and gown n**** no graduate
I'll run down on a n**** so fast and shit
He ran out the back I seen his ghost and shit
N***** always talking bout goals and shit
Big racks, big bag n**** got hella racks on me
Run down, run down n**** you'll get capped and shit
Ak, Ak
Chopper, Chopper
AR and shit
Pistol, Glock nine swear to god got the halo tips
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