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li rye - racks كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: li rye]
(mom, lockdown in the studio again)
big 26k sh_t, n_gga
big 2600 sh_t, n_gga
bet, 1600, 26k (ky on this motherf_cker)
rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (alwitdacookup)

[chorus: li rye]
n_gga tryna say he a k!ller, boy, you p_ssy, i ain’t goin’ for that
had to cut my brother off, ’cause that fat b_tch turned out to be a rat
you try to run, i’ll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
make all the songs you want, i bet that sh_t don’t bring your brother back
rrah, them switches never miss, b_tch, i got good aim
since i jumped off the porch, been shootin’ sh_t, that’s how i made a name
all i want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
every time a n_gga die up in the city, they give me the blame
[verse 1: li rye]
i’m out in cali clutchin’ on a ghost glock
and i keep one in the head, so when i up, i don’t gotta c_ck
big 26k in every song, i put on for the block
that n_gga say my name, i drop a bag, hе get his noodle knocked
thеy took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood
i ain’t never been scared of sh_t, in another n_gga hood, i’m still good
this draco wood grain, just got a splinter, i be slangin’ wood
i’ma keep steppin’ on these n_ggas until the day that i feel understood

[chorus: li rye]
n_gga tryna say he a k!ller, boy, you p_ssy, i ain’t goin’ for that
had to cut my brother off, ’cause that fat b_tch turned out to be a rat
you try to run, i’ll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
make all the songs you want, i bet that sh_t don’t bring your brother back
rrah, them switches never miss, b_tch, i got good aim
since i jumped off the porch, been shootin’ sh_t, that’s how i made a name
all i want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
every time a n_gga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[verse 2: anti da menace]
blaow, tell the da f_ck the chair, sign a deal, it’s off from here
i protect my craft for real, i say a verse, it come out clear
go and tell that boy don’t play with me, i’ma spill his ass like beer
yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, i shoot your ear
call the doctor, call the feds, i don’t care, still dead
i just seen somebody die, that sh_t been f_ckin’ with my head
they can shoot me in the eye, won’t even think it make me cry
slangin’ fire while we outside, we get it poppin’, 4 july
facts, i pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib
sister know she straight forever, i swear my daddy raised a stepper
i don’t care none ’bout no camera, with no mask, i go’n and stretch him
you can call me anti demon, i been prayin’ to the devil
oh, b_tch, you think a n_gga sweet?
don’t get hit with heat
sweep a n_gga right up off his feet
tell my mama every day, “thank you, god, for making me”
really big up in the a, can’t know where my baby sleep
[chorus: li rye]
n_gga tryna say he a k!ller, boy, you p_ssy, i ain’t goin’ for that
had to cut my brother off, ’cause that fat b_tch turned out to be a rat
you try to run, i’ll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
make all the songs you want, i bet that sh_t don’t bring your brother back
rrah, them switches never miss, b_tch, i got good aim
since i jumped off the porch, been shootin’ sh_t, that’s how i made a name
all i want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
every time a n_gga die up in the city, they give me the blame

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