Splendid

Everything splendid
I put the racks out the way and they sit in the bag cause I couldn't bend it
We got to know that there's no going back with this shit, rack attack gonna end him
We popping out, never ducking the city
Shit going up like just give me a minute
And she feeling good, I keep getting more digits
And rolling the wood and I just feel like a menace
It's all understood that we still bout the business
It's time to hit large and go straight to the dentist
And I'm stuck to my bag and they still bout the vengeance

Cut it, just go where we send it
We got the eye on the motherfucking Milli
Eye got the prize and we just bout to get it
Stick come alive and we ready to spill it
He come around, get ready to send him
They come alive, we got to bail them
Just got to know how we sending
Baguetties going to come when we get them
Got pack out like twenty to enter
I don't know how we getting them in
The money going to shoot when it's dim
Coming together, got the racks, I'm not trying to forget them
We got to settle, come with messages, killing the messenger
My bitch getting fed up
Cause I get too high when we set up
I get fried and don't think bout the present
Do or die, I still walk instrumentals
He got a vamp
Fill up the script
He got it ripped
Coz now we going to lay up
Put up the post and we stuck on the lay
He got it going, we gone for days
I was just gone and stuck out the way
The pole is tucked but we got them plain
We told them you play then you got to lay
You got to say the shit that you said
We got you gone, we getting paid
We getting this dough, that friendly shit dead
Making sumo so we got them in
Thirty for sure, I'm good with some red
Right after the show, I got caught in the mix
Two bitches just wanted a twist
I wanted head but I fucked them instead
Ain't no one, all this shit was mislead
Pockets full, now I feel like Ced
I got some money like Fed
I walk on this shit and I do what I did
It does what it does and now it just goes where it went
The money just go, we spend but it comes again
These bitches just going to spin but I'm going to win
I'm good with the mess, fuck that bridge
We do it the best, we don't need the rest
We'll come with the Tecs, we got to test the bet
And we got ten racks to put on your head



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Writer(s): William Blose
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