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crvddyrell – racks in it lyrics

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[intro]
b-tch , you talking too much

[hook]
you wanna hit my blunt it got thraxx in it
shoulder strap bag with the racks in it
i see a lick i don’t dance with it
if i see that smoke then i’m matching it

[verse 1]
if n-gg-s was blunts , i would face em all
scared of a risk you won’t get that playoff
your b-tch get hit quick, no baseball
if she got a box then i got a crayon

get my nut and i’m gone b-tch i don’t stay long
i don’t lay up unless i got a day off
we don’t get day offs we ball to the playoffs
you ain’t got no money you not on my radar

quavo on a hook but i spit like i’m takeoff
23 shots in your back like you draymond
you don’t got no goals we can’t kick it like neymar
knife in rotation it hit like a chainsaw

he want a feature we taxin
i can’t get it for free then we wax him
we pull up 5 deep like the jacksons
we shoot at his rim like a basket

whole lotta cheese like i play for wisconsin
i ain’t never miss a shot like my last name thompson
stripes on my back like my last name dalton
california weed like i grew out in compton

i could f-ck your b-tch but i don’t really do it often
g star raw but i always use a condom
wet -ss wrist like a mother f-cking dolphin
hole in his head like a mother f-cking dolphin

eyes too fried i don’t see no challenge
friends on my shirt imma vlone bandit
glock 45 do a whole lotta of damage

raised in the streets i ain’t have no option
shooters like the cs , they ain’t posted out in boston
gold in my teeth i ain’t never have to floss them

bust a swerve in the night can’t send locations
bs on a the whip i don’t think you wanna race it
b-tch too broke gotta f-ck her with a latex

death before dishonor put a chain on my shooter
4 pockets full i got sp-ce for a ruler
n-gg-s is my kids had to treat them like a junior

i’m a wizard in the trap might as well call me future
you need a p in a week i can get it their sooner
b-tch tried to sleep had to put her in a uber
real street n-gg-s we don’t beef on computers

[hook]
you wanna hit my blunt it got thraxx in it
shoulder strap bag with the racks in it
i see a lick i don’t dance with it
if i see that smoke then i’m matching it

[bridge]
b-tch too weak i ain’t g-ssin her
after i hit them i’m p-ssing her
i got 3 big ps in the p-ssenger
i got on foreign vvs they from africa

[outro]
y’all know how the f-ck we coming man
blue benjis on 250
whole lotta crvddyteam sh-t
you know what the f-ck it is
410 sh-t

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