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gunna - racks in a safe lyrics
[intro: kodak black]
(i’m in london, got my beat from london)
[chorus: gunna]
i keep racks in a safe
i got wock’ mixed with a lil’ bit of red, what a taste
i got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
and then i had to call to make them clean up my place
i mean what i say
forty_thousand dollars what i paid my lawyer to handle my case
all new dolce and gabbana, i’m runnin’ my code, my whole team havin’ they way
she wan’ katana, i feel like montana, b_tton down with slacks on my waist [?]
i got high, soon as i keep my money every single night i pray
[verse 1: gunna]
my b_tch madonna, i’m the real boss, you don’t want me to get her [?]
call me young gunna or gunna wunna just long as you mention my name
on the top, numbers, young don dada, put money all over your brain
keep it one hundred, put my brothеr up on it and teach him the game
frеsh with no stain, i got ice in my chain
this a new richard mille plain, watch me whip it, rs range
dropped a four in a minute maid, took your wh0re, she get slayed
[?] urus, me and my main, i was at a [?] in a cage
elliot put baguettes in my franck muller, hey
i’m rich as f_ck, you can ask my jeweler, hey
had a compact, now my big brother had a ruger, hey
they learn from all my moves, i’m like a tutor, hey
[verse 2: young thug]
young n_gga got all type of mill’s inside the safe, bro
i rock giuseppe zanotti’s to court and they told me the case closed
i took the top off the coupe, she can see in the rolls royce
she couldn’t wait, went to suckin’ this d_ck at the n0bu
yeah, i could’ve bought me a street, but i bought a blue patek philippe, yeah
i’m ’bout to clean up your street, i don’t know who made you believe, uh
half a mill’ on your head, yeah, and they gon’ give me the leads, uh
you n_ggas timid, get tellin’, you n_ggas should die in your sleep
f_ck the police, i got amnes’, i got them p’s
and i got reefer and i got peeps and they all evil
f_ck memories, b_tch, i’m a demon
and i got yeez’, yellow tuss’ sippin’, f_ck that lil’ b_tch and we ain’t trippin’
i was at [?], constantly drippin’, diamonds like p_ss, green, they slippery
you n_ggas been tellin’, yeah, you n_ggas had never got time
vvs carats on, graduated farrakhan
b_tch got a fendi tampon, i made her drink my son
i don’t do the [?], nah, i been tryin’ get these n_ggas knocked off
[chorus: gunna]
i keep racks in a safe
i got wock’ mixed with a lil’ bit of red, what a taste
i got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
and then i had to call to make them clean up my place
i mean what i say
forty_thousand dollars what i paid my lawyer to handle my case
all new dolce and gabbana, i’m runnin’ my code, my whole team havin’ they way
she wan’ katana, i feel like montana, b_tton down with slacks on my waist [?]
i got high, soon as i keep my money every single night i pray
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