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Tracking Numbers
Berner
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Young Dolph
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Philthy Rich
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It's your favorite rapper's weed, Bern
Elevators
Trackin' numbers, I got the info
8 AM, paranoid, lookin' out my window
Trackin' numbers, yeah, we throw away phones
And I don't like talkin', even if it's in code
Trackin' numbers
Yeah, we really play with the work
I'm playin' with my money, put your face on a shirt
Tell that man not to play with my box
And be careful when we talk, on my telephone, it's hot, yeah
I'ma need another spot, yeah
I just bought another watch, yeah
I just pulled another crop
For this weed, I charge a lot, I move it all before I rot, yeah
The Bay is in the building
I wake up, smoke a joint, and piss another million
Many men, many men, they wanna kill him
But he don't give a fuck, he don't be up in his feelings
I'm on my boss shit, you be in other men's pockets
Stop it, you just like a bitch, that's how you gossip
We grabbed the game by the throat and then we locked it
I wrapped it up three times, box it, then I drop ship
Trackin' numbers, I got the info
8 AM, paranoid, lookin' out my window
Trackin' numbers, yeah, we throw away phones
And I don't like talkin', even if it's in code
Trackin' numbers
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Trackin' numbers
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It's Dolph
Trackin' numbers
I'm 'bout my cheese, nigga, Rotel (Racks)
I think I just heard the doorbell (Ayy, get the door)
I just had an adrenaline rush (Woo)
Only thing I think about's a hundred million bucks (Ayy)
Small fry lil' niggas, I don't see 'em (Nah)
The streets love a nigga 'cause I really feed 'em (Uh-huh)
If I get a green light, then they gon' eat 'em (Yeah, yeah)
The streets love a nigga 'cause I really feed 'em (Yeah)
I earned my stripes, nigga, I don't wear Adidas (What?)
Dope boy, I might rock me a pair of Filas (Dope boy)
I used to look up to the niggas with three beepers (Dope boy)
I'm sick of rappers callin', askin' for a feature (Shit)
Went and got a plug and ran this shit up with my people (It's Dolph)
You say you trappin' just like me, but we not equal (It's Dolph)
I jumped out the Bentley and hopped in the Regal (Dope boy)
Boy, I did numbers in the trap like I'm the Beatles (Ayy)
Trackin' numbers, I got the info
8 AM, paranoid, lookin' out my window
Trackin' numbers, yeah, we throw away phones
And I don't like talkin', even if it's in code
Trackin' numbers
Trackin' numbers
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Uh-huh, look
Traffickin', nigga, traffickin', vacuum seal all the packages
Hundred thou' under mattresses, backflips on the pissy mattresses
I lost it all and got it back again, got a bad bitch sex traffickin'
Latino, Asian, and African, I don't fuck with quality, only Actavis
That's a real nigga, it's no hi ho
They don't wanna pay the high dough
They want low numbers, I'm a road runner
Pullin' up in anything modified, though
Tryna get it back with my problem, two hundred K through TSA
When I touch down, no 5s or 10s, blue Benjamins like Longway
I fuck with Memphis the long way, shout out Jay Fizzle and Key Glock
Where I'm from, you gotta keep a Glock and
Some change on you for when the meter stop
A lot of these niggas never seen a pot, let alone ever sold a rock
In the old school playin' a hundred shots
Four eighteens until the speakers pop
If it don't touch down, you better not
Track it, the boys intercepted the package
I hope that really was a dummy address with
A dummy name, you know they gonna match it
My nigga poured an eight, you know I'm gonna
Match it, got a bad bitch, but I love the ratchets
In the club, you know I keep the ratchet, told the
Plug to drop the pin and send an addy, it's Philthy
Trackin' numbers, I got the info
8 AM, paranoid, lookin' out my window
Trackin' numbers, yeah, we throw away phones
And I don't like talkin', even if it's in code
Trackin' numbers
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Trackin' numbers
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Trackin' numbers
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