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gfk racks – idk why i gotta say it again lyrics

[intro]
gfk racks
krimz block 84th
i don’t know why i gotta say it again
glttt glttttttt
baboomboomboom

[hook]

4 grams in a backwood
no hands yeah she that good
made a couple bands up in that hood
now the engine all in the back hood
riding round in some german sh-t
hopping out and we purging sh-t
still keep in touch with that thirty clip
i’m on krimz block i know you heard of it
(2x)

[verse 1]

maserati got me going crazy
backseat prolly made a baby
opp pack got me feeling lazy
and the trap booming like it’s the eighty’s
first i showed her what that perk like
now she trynna be a trap queen
on that gat kick back mean
dirty money got racks clean
aston martin f-cking up the streets
i love that b-tch cause she love to eat
it be foreign sh-t from my head to feet
we ain’t touring b-tch we just moving d
call up papi he gon send a load
f-cking what his -ss got my neck in froze
throw it in her neck while i watch her choke
then i k!ll the p-ssy that’s a peter rose

[hook]

[verse 2]

i been bugging on some extra sh-t
bought a fourty with a extra clip
i just woke up in the bed with twins
cashing out we ain’t testing whips
last night we went ten rounds
no hands when she went down
bless her throat she deserves a crown
we get straight to business we don’t joke around
made that b-tch serve all the feens call up gang make her do the team
ten racks in my amiri jeans
and that clip long like a limousine
gfk that’s a brotherhood
we ain’t recruiting no new n-ggas
call up nick he be snoozing n-ggas
max payne really bruising n-ggas
hit you off then hit your mans off
this a mexican stand off
in the trap getting grams off
making hard off the d-mn soft
throwing bullets like tom brady
ken blazing trynna hit the lady
i can never let a n-gga play me
savage n-gga what the streets raised me
me and ally in a h-ll cat
did crimes won’t tell that
this the school of hard knocks
and yo -ss got left back
sh-t i did i won’t regret that
you can never get respect back
hurd these n-ggas out here moving funny
so you know i had to check that
cashing out got the check back
my block where the vets at
talking crazy get a head tap
p-ssy boy you know we dead that
running down where your led at
bwow
now you are a dead mon
dead mon. dead mon

[hook]

[outro]

boom
krimz block 84th
idk why i had to say it again
gfk racks
boss talk

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