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[verse]
just me and reek tryna make some shake
i was bangin’ off feet, n_ggas thought i was laced
’fore i spin out the store, know i’m switchin’ to plates
then it’s back to the rolls, n_gga whip out a skate
tried to go through the whip and got shot in his face
i was bangin’ that stick ‘fore lil’ t3x had a name
fresh off a hit, got me jumpin’ the gate
chasin’ him down, told pimp what the pace
when i’m chasin’ him down, don’t think i was late
mask and a strap, but i’m tryna get paid
i’m really active, that’s why n_ggas hate
i was bangin’ a ratchet and they can’t relate
everyone savage get put in they place
don’t think i’m just rappin’, get hit with the drac’
it’s a bag on my head, told ‘еm, “pick up the cake”
yeah, i’ll put in thе past tryna dig up a snake
and that bl!ck gon’ blast, n_ggas gettin’ me to race
i done got on they ass right in front of the jakes
probable ho and we takin’ him chased
they go for the box, though i’m ready to skate
(i play the backseat, i’m tryna clap heat
back at the state, put it right in his face
whip out the .30, n_ggas run a track meet
too many dirty n_ggas tryna rap beef)
i’m off the percs tryna f_ck with the addys
i got the fetty bustin’ out the batty
walk in the telly, pockets full of rackys
vettin’ some hot sh_t, swingin’ the caddy
went through the front and came out of the back door
i got the keys, what the f_ck would you ask for?
we in some big sh_t huggin’ the asphalt
i make an xs swing like a trackhawk
i’m really bang gang, f_ck is a pass off?
post around green when i run outta crack rock
then i got bagged, but i was off feet
i ain’t think police when i seen the sv
f_ck nd’s and the a15’s
but f_ck it, i’m back tryna bop on the beat
in a c 43 tryna f_ck up the street
treat it like p_ssy, i’m makin’ it scream
lil’ squeeze xd with a b_tton and beam
lil’ t3x in the hood tryna score for the team
(like, i’m tryna score, so pop throwin’ the g’s)
first go off the porch, no g17
(i was totin’ the torch so i’ll put him in peace)
it’s still free reek and free hb
(free lil’ proppa, he breeze in his jeans)
free g feet, tryna bang out the v
and free all the opps ’cause i need ’em deceased
[outro]
(i was bangin’ off feet, n_ggas thought i was laced
‘fore i spin out the store, know i’m switchin’ to plates
then it’s back to the rolls, n_gga whip out a skate
tried to go through the whip and got shot in his face
i was bangin’ that stick ‘fore lil’ t3x had a name
fresh off a hit, got me jumpin’ the gate
chasin’ him down, told pimp what the pace)

- bbyt3x

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