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dth ftos ent – racks freestyle lyrics

(illtrent)
diss on the gang, but don’t know where you at
he think he hard, till i pull out that strap
b+tch
im fly, like a motherf+cking bat
b+tch
fly like a motherf+cking villain
n+gga you lying, you ain’t do no k!lling
b+tch i’ma be at the top like a zillain
i was at school, with the pack in my denim
i was at school, with that sh+t in my sock
i was in class, with a thick ass thot
i mix it up, put this sh+t in a pot
diss on my gang, and we gone get you got
diss on my gang and we gone get you hit
n+gga we know that you don’t got a stick
i walk in the party, i’m fly as a b+tch
i feel like ken carson, im high as sh+t
b+tch
i’m too high, i can’t see
i see yo hoe, she like “rescue me”
im geeked
lil b+tch, i run up 2 deep
you see ?
i ain’t been on earth in a week
roll up a wood, now the day complete
you cuffing the hoe? she be in my sheets
know when she ain’t with you, n+gga, she be with me
i f+ck, then i dip n+gga, then rp
i f+ck and i dip, n+gga, yes i leave
she suck on the d+ck, like a d+mn hi+c
said he going up? i must can’t see
yo b+tch wanna f+ck, everyday of the week
yo b+tch wanna f+ck cause i showed her a rack
while you was online, playing with a gat
b+tch
you ain’t gone do nothing with that
he think he a hard n+gga, but he wack
(wokfein)
he think he a hard n+gga, but he a lame
i f+ck on yo hoe, then i hop on the game
got a big booty white hoe, she giving me brain
why you flexing that pack? n+gga know you a stain
he was flexing the pack and his sh+t got took
got a glock 23, i ain’t throwing no hook
i be f+cking a nerd hoe, while she reading books
i just poured up a 4, in the kitchen, don’t know how to cook
i be hitting yo b+tch in my slides
i ain’t lil durk, you know i’m gone slide
what i got in my jacket? a big ass .9
said he walk with the racks, that lil n+gga lying
i just took me a 30, lil n+gga i’m geeked
get hit with a bell, b+tch i feel like yeat
got a big draco, but i keep it discrete
that lil n+gga p+ssy, he sour and sweet
n+gga stop all that capping, you not from the hood
n+gga stop making music, yo sh+t not good
f+ck n+gga, you g+y, not misunderstood
tryna rap like me, boy you wish he could
7.62 a turn him to a dancer
bald headed n+gga, look like he got cancer
dunk him in that water, i feel like a pastor
i pull out that stick lets see who faster
(seaan)
(bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
mhm
i pull out that stick, lets see who quicker
no cap
dont got a glock, n+gga
that boy got a drac, but won’t pull that trigger
uh
know you not bout it for real
spin over here, you must be off a pill
and yo hoe, not finna go on a drill
diss on the gang, gone get you k!lled
n+gga i got a drac in my backpack
i took that sh+t, now come get ya strap back
i done already hit, you could have that
i hit the hoe one time, and i pass that
i hit her once
then i pass her to trent
that n+gga broke, can’t pay his rent
all black scat, can’t see through the tent
diss on the 6, but that n+gga b+tch
that n+gga a hoe
got a strap, i let that blow
i feel like santa, cause i’m with yo hoe
i feel like yeat, cause im with ya thot
i feel like frank, i ride with my chop
that n+gga hoe, giving up the top
i feel like kankan, sipping wok
i’m in the back, sippin on some wockhardt
that n+gga g+y, wannabe rockstar
and his b+tch, she ate the d+ck like a pop tart
i got his hoe p+ssy wet, wok star
he talking down, he get wet up
my n+gga get to the cheese, the cheddar
my b+tch bad, and she do it better
said he want smoke, we gone slide on whoever
she wanna f+ck, cause my rick owen sweater
i f+cked his b+tch, now he got a vendetta
(boom, boom, boom boom)

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