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nuk - rm 38-01

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1]
i’ve been workin’ on my wrist, i’m doin’ splits until she sue me
if i find a b_tch i like, i buy her birkins with her booty
i be hoppin’ on the road with duffel bags, i’m lil tunechi
lil’ brodie hop in ‘cat and he do donuts like a [?]
b_tch, when i say come take this ride with ours, i ain’t talkin’ ruccis
pray my plug get his prison break just like john abruzzi
soon as i open up my eyes, i’m seein’ who i’m bringin’ skizzy to
you rappin’ on them songs, but you talk ’bout sh_t i really do
these b_tches, they gon’ need a dictionary by the way we dressin’
b_tch only walked out with a ‘fit, but left a book in webster
boy, i don’t need no treasure
how we makin’ stones in the trap, we only need compressors
my mama say i’m in some real sh_t, she see this kind of money
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chrysler car when we in town and countries
b_tch, i’ll go do my job
it was times i couldn’t lock the girl, but i ain’t lose a dime
told them n_ggas, “pull right in they spot”, got forty miles total
my fiends say the way i know the snow, they think i’m al roker
boy, we got a bag just like the broncos, we go mile high
i can sell a dog that look like tails, they think i’m miles’ guy

[chorus]
she know it ain’t no replicas, she suck me out my ethikas
he gon’ come through speakin’ for him, popped the messenger
i get on my scam sh_t, i ain’t gotta test it first
jugg five lines, then yell “clear” just like a rescuer
b_tch, i can’t get blackballed, boy, i’m cold as jack frost
lil’ bro ain’t slowed down yet, he treylined the trackhawk
you keep hittin’ it with ones, if two can’t hit, it ain’t no fun
i just trapped a bag that’s worth an rm 38_01
[verse 2]
i got n_ggas in st. louis say they listen to my music
i ain’t never sold no real estate, but sold out double units
you don’t even know the cost, i can make my shoulder walk
tryna stay away, but hearin’ unc’ keep sayin’ omaha
i got real bag talk, sh_t on n_ggas old as me
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no young dro when i say “shoulder lean”
b_tches be like, “ooh, he litty”
you can probably f_ck ’bout fifty b_tches off the sh_t we spendin’
don’t say sh_t in a b_tch but p_ssy, body waves, and closures
can’t get rich with a b_tch, but p_ssy fatter than an ogre
hit a state and do a quick split, i’m like billy ocean
it’s a secret when you move the bag, trap without emotion

- nuk

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