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Hunned Racks
PreD-Boi Slim
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Smoking up a bag
Yeah I run that track
Fifty in my pants
Need a hunned grand
Spend it make it back
Pull up got dat swag
And we flip dem bags yeah
Dats a hunned racks
Money in the pockets, watch it overflow
Gold on my neck, diamonds glow (water)
Party all night, never slow
We're just stunting', let'm know (turn up)
Stacks on stacks, counting green
Wrist lookin' like a dream, bling (Scrrr)
Pushin' through the city, real mean (scrrr)
Iced out, Johnny Dang clean (let's go)
Every day's a celebration
Whips in formation (flex)
Jet to the destination
Banner on the station
Living out my wildest dreams
With a crew that brings the screams (hey)
Fast cars, top beams
Neon city, life gleams
With no hesitation (hey)
No time for reservation (hey)
High in elevation
Different locations (woo)
Got the hustle in my veins
Designer on, no stains
Sweet life, no pains (scrrr)
Speedin' in the fast lane (scrrr)
Pouring out the champagne
Good vibes, no shame
Speakers blast, novocaine (let's go)
Tonight we go insane (pow)
While I'm building up my name
Red carpet, hall the fame (turn up)
Shining bright, no blame
In this life it's just our aim (woo)
Flipping checks and making moves
Grooving to my favorite grooves
Poppin' in a million views
Feeling every beat it proves (yeah)
Shawty wanna hit the cruise (yeah)
Im yo girl's best friend (yeah)
VV'S on the pendant
Loyal 'til the very end (ha)
Be glad it's your ego that's bruised (brrr)
Smoking up a bag
Yeah I run that track
Fifty in my pants
Need a hunned grand
Spend it make it back
Pull up got dat swag
And we flip dem bags yeah
That's a hunned racks
Flip it and pull up
I drip on yo bitch
And I got it in tact (@)
I don't want nothing to do with him man
He fall on his back fast
Keep talking yo shit
You running your mouth
But you getting played yeah
I hit then dash
And don't give a damn
What you gotta say yeah
(Yeah, Jabo, whoo)
Smokin' out the bag (bag)
I showed my ass
When I first hit da curb (Scrrrr)
Diamonds they be shinnin'
Steady Blindin'
Dis shit so absurd (so absurd)
What's the word (what's the word)
Nigga he just hit my phone for 30 bows (30 bows)
Man I made a flip
And went and hit Sacks for designer clothes (woo)
Parked the Rolls
Pulled off in that Aston
I was burnin' gas (Pow)
Man don't hit my line
Unless you talking' bout some bags of cash (yea)
I don't do no favors for no haters(hey, hey)
Leave'm lookin' sad (sad)
I been the one
That's gone rise to the top (woo)
Now I'm back out on they ass
Yea I gone smash
I got to kill her
Yea I'm official
Ima write it down
So they remember
Ima put the product right in the fender
Ima drop the fish right in the skillet
Man it get hot (hot, hot, hot)
I'm on da block
Wit a chop stick
Call it a mop (Brrrr)
All the bad bitches
Birdies gone flop
Come get in wit me
Knowin' me, stop (hey)
Say the boy goin' crazy (crazy)
From a city full of made men (made)
We been whippin' the Mercedes (cedes)
Bra was raise wit a F and N (Pow)
So he gone settle the problem
Semi automatic, hit'm revolver (woo)
The shit gone sing like an opera (opera)
It ain't no way you can stop it (Jabo)
Smoking up a bag
Yeah I run that track
Fifty in my pants
Need a hunned grand
Spend it make it back
Pull up got dat swag
And we flip dem bags yeah
That's a hunned racks
Flip it and pull up
I drip on yo bitch
And I got it in tact (@)
I don't want nothing to do with him man
He fall on his back fast
Keep talking yo shit
You running your mouth
But you getting played yeah
I hit then dash
And don't give a damn
What you gotta say yeah
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