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cash in the back pack

no school man
i ain’t had no help nah

got my own bands

anti social whip tints

can’t see that
j_panese designs all on my new pants

dash out

with a bad ho
all natural

meet up

with the whole team

looking casual

white boy

but i dont sh_t that make em bashful
if you want the beef

then we got a whole fridge full

pop two fent pills

now i can’t feel my toes

they capping for the likes

you f_cking d_ck

think you pinocchio

ridin’ round town

passing the lights

f_ck the five_o

slimin’ em out

i’m shining now

and you goin’ die slow
pop two percs

my brody said “chill its a tuesday”

spend his momma’s fortune on cocaine

made it back in like two days

brody spent again

and hit the rims

knocked off his toupee

up the glock nine

f_ck up the dj set in cruel ways

i ain’t tryna beef

done knocked yo granny

off the family tree

scamming me?
nah i’m swiping grannies

and i scam for fees

i ain’t ever tipped a stripper

done make her ass go dance for free

i stripped yo mans down

took two pounds
and got the xans for free

drank hitting

but this dank isn’t
i need another blunt

i ain’t smoking sherberts

hit my burner

if you need some runtz

had a strip party

my d_ck hardened

and then i took my ones

up the big forty
on lil shorty

cuz she didn’t wanna run

cash in the back pack

no school man
i ain’t had no help nah

got my own bands

anti social whip tints

can’t see that
j_panese designs all on my new pants

dash out

with a bad ho
all natural

meet up

with the whole team

looking casual

white boy

but i dont sh_t that make em bashful

if you want the beef

then we got a whole fridge full

i gotta ghost glock

to turn him into casper

i got two glocks

you know it don’t matter

me and fred hit the stu

you know i’ma snap her

b_tch i’m finna hit the field

you know i’ma trapper

yeah

i’m in the field   we ain’t playing madden

i up the deuce deuce

now we up two
i ain’t shooting baskets

i’m a cold hearted n_gga

b_tch i got it from my daddy

b_tch i gotta watch my back

i’ll be d_mned if you stab me

i swear to god you getting smacked

i’m grabbing blam if i catch em

we got ten sticks and ten tricks

i swear we goin’ whack him

b_tch i’m in the stu
i’m sh_t talking

n_gga this ain’t rapping

i get too high i get to snappin

b_tch i be blabbin

b_tch i’m too high

i’m too fly

i’m dripped down in fashion

b_tch its five guys
with five sticks

like them fries
we goin bask em

i said i’m done with the percocets

but now i’m relapsing

i’ma real road runner

buckle up b_tch i’m crashing

spin a benz

we goin spin on yo friends

and hit yo mommas crib

how you homeless as f_ck

but i heard you gotta lotta bricks

obama on my necklace as a texan

don’t make a lotta sense

get him crossed off my checklist

just like a protestant

i remember always being rich as f_ck

i gotta lot to spend

you say you f_cked my b_tch

you got yo d_ck sucked by yo momma then

broke up with a b_tch

but me and her muf_ckin mom still friends

her momma just hit me up asking

“can you come play pickle ball this weekend?”

b_tch i’m rich as f_ck

having s_x at a country club in the deep end

shawty said “can you put it in the ass?”

and i said “it depends”

“as long as you ain’t wiped yo booty hole in three weekends”

- 1400huncho

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