Whacked!
Way that I fuck her she gone get attached
We taking it slow I'm fuckin her fast
Know I'm convict she holdin the strap
Rented it out and I set up the trap
Come to my hood you see choppas and macs
Look in my pocket see plenty of racks
Huggin the curb servin a sack
Soon as they swerve he gone to get whacked
Trunk in the front the motor to the back
We put em on Ts they put it on wax
Bust out the sleeve thats 500 racks
A trick up my sleeve get rid of a rat
Top a convertible digital dash
She came with two Cs and so did her bag
She rolling my weed my hand on her cat
We makin a film her friend in the back
We all in the hills she having a blast
Don't think that I'm lackin I still got a strap
Thought it was sweet his head in his lap
Talking ain't cheap I spent 30 racks
Shoppin at Prada I'm all in the back
You ain't even seen it this ain't on the rack
Thumbin it through countin it fast
Know that I'm ballin I don't check the stats
Way that I fuck her she gone get attached
We taking it slow I'm fuckin her fast
Know I'm convict she holdin the strap
Rented it out and I set up the trap
Come to my hood you see choppas and macs
Look in my pocket see plenty of racks
Huggin the curb servin a sack
Soon as they swerve he gone to get whacked
We taking it slow I'm fuckin her fast
Know I'm convict she holdin the strap
Rented it out and I set up the trap
Come to my hood you see choppas and macs
Look in my pocket see plenty of racks
Huggin the curb servin a sack
Soon as they swerve he gone to get whacked
Trunk in the front the motor to the back
We put em on Ts they put it on wax
Bust out the sleeve thats 500 racks
A trick up my sleeve get rid of a rat
Top a convertible digital dash
She came with two Cs and so did her bag
She rolling my weed my hand on her cat
We makin a film her friend in the back
We all in the hills she having a blast
Don't think that I'm lackin I still got a strap
Thought it was sweet his head in his lap
Talking ain't cheap I spent 30 racks
Shoppin at Prada I'm all in the back
You ain't even seen it this ain't on the rack
Thumbin it through countin it fast
Know that I'm ballin I don't check the stats
Way that I fuck her she gone get attached
We taking it slow I'm fuckin her fast
Know I'm convict she holdin the strap
Rented it out and I set up the trap
Come to my hood you see choppas and macs
Look in my pocket see plenty of racks
Huggin the curb servin a sack
Soon as they swerve he gone to get whacked
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Writer(s): Jonathan Bledsoe Weeks
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