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cte 3 – racks up lyrics

racks up lyrics
[intro: cte 3]
3
6, 6
camp

[verse 1: cte 3]
hardest came out my hood i done ran up a check, i got my racks up
i don’t run with no rookies, my young n+ggas vets, n+gga don’t act tuff
josh said he came off of whippin’ a vette
i’m the young n+gga gon’ die bout the set
they know the 6 ain’t gon play bout respect
jaido post up with a muhf+ckin’ tec
he say “it’s up” we gone slide, where he at?
aim at his head ’cause he got on a vest, that boy a b+tch
he should put on a dress
.223 knock off his legs!
nine bullets cut the lil n+gga dreads
n+ggas snitching they be talking to feds
shoot like we hoopin’, we just left the rec
came up the harder way feel like derez
make a n+gga fade away like derozan
why i say that i’m the voice? cause i’m chosen
she fell in love and i ain’t even spoken yet
you ain’t gon’ shoot cus you post a gat
it don’t make you real cause you quote the sh+t
i need a b+tch like tamia
perfect p+ssy make me not wanna leave her
told her suck it, but i’m not finna eat her
i build a b+tch, and you still work at ikea
you can’t be like me, you lame
p+ssy n+gga still be claiming he bang
can’t record my lil’ choppa but she love to sang
f+ck the sun, she be making it rain
ain’t f+ck with 12 i turned straight to 13
this 40 won’t fail, i think this lil’ b+tch cheat
call the hoe sandy, i get in her cheeks
i stay with a mop, i don’t like to sweep
i’m tha voice and brudda preach to tha streets
do him worser than duck since he love to tweet
we light sh+t up like a lamp
city know better than f+cking with camp
i’d die for my gang and i put that on hamp
this 6 in my veins, i’ma get the sh+t stamped
took sh+t from who? stop all that lying lil boy you ain’t did that
f+ck droppin locs, i’m where your b+tch at
i f+ck her and dip come get yo’ b+tch back
put yo boy in the air like some vapor
why the f+ck you tryna heat over aisha?
i’m up next, now n+gga, and later
new b+tch a 9, but i need to replace her
i can’t f+ck the girl if she ain’t a 10
i got my bruddas, i don’t need no friends
this glock do ballet, this b+tch love to spin
they think it’s valet, all these whips i be in
[verse 2: lico bandz]
you know we be running through hoes like we running through money
we gon f+ck ’em and dip, n+gga no we ain’t lovin
yeah i came outta jail, making nothing to something
i’ll tie a f+ck n+gga up and carve him like a pumpkin
you n+ggas ain’t feeling me, no they not
you cannot get rid of me, i got a chop
how he say he my brudda? he fold for the guap
it ain’t no competition, my n+gga don’t stop
these n+ggas be walking around like they “wit it” but these n+ggas b+tches
you know we gon blitz ’em
like tell me what’s the f+cking issue?
you n+ggas be soft like tissue
yeah, and i gotta hold on
these n+ggas be tryna reach out to a n+gga
but i ain’t seen them n+ggas so long
my mama know that i’m a fighter
i never give up, that’s why i be so strong
going through h+ll now i’m seeing red
a n+gga been scarred, ’cause all i done did
i ain’t looking back i’m looking ahead
locked in wit my n+gga, we locked in like one of my dreads
grew up in the streets man a n+gga misled
i can’t have a problem if i never said it
glock 17 it’s gone shoot jj redd+ck
i went to go get it, no i’m never begging
these n+gga envy and we send ’em to heaven
my n+ggas winning turn a 5 to a 7
quit texting my phone ’bout the beef tryna’ dead it
you know what you did so get ready

- cte 3 lyrics

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