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go yayo - die about them racks lyrics

[intro]

[chorus]
walk inside the club and make a mothaf+ckin’ mess
two hundred on my wrist, ‘nother hundred on my chest
don’t even call my phone if it’s a hundred bowls or less
f+ck the feds
b+tch, i’m trappin’ till them hoes come and arrest me
gang
i’m dyin’ ’bout them racks
i’ll fly you, you know it’s that, i might take you to saks
vacuum seal these packs
i might take you out them tracks
i stuffed all your luggage, pull up bags and you gon’ fly ’em back

[verse]
these rapper cap, ain’t buying that
catch ’em out, we tryin’ that
my brother took another rapper chain and told ’em buy it back
we ain’t even gotta talk ’bout that
boy, you know your dog a rat
all thеm n+ggas with you p+ssy cats, and we ain’t none of that
my son+son hit another l!ck for twеnty pounds
i’m coming to get ’em now
he charged me five, i sold ’em for a rack
came back with twenty+thou+, profit ten
wanna shine like this and i can show you how
i can’t take my brothers ’round the plug
cause they gon’ take him down
i can’t take my clique around these rappers
they gon’ strip ’em naked
i do what i want and they can’t check it, so they gon’ respect it
i wouldn’t give a f+ck if she was megan
dawg the b+tch no pegging
i had to kick her out cause she was beggin’
f+ck up out my section
i don’t want yo’ b+tch, come get this hoe
f+ck this rap, lets get some dough
if your broke, kick a door
hit that pharmacy, hit that store
if you catch a rapper out there dissin’ me, then blam a pole
b+tch, it’s fifty on the floor
b+tch ain’t nothing big bro
f+ck that chain, i want his soul
hit his brain, it’s fifteen more
sixty+five k to put a n+gga down that need to go
might as well get that lil chain for that stain
you know you broke
don’t get scared, now, you said that it was smoke, n+gga
[chorus]
walk inside the club and make a mothaf+ckin’ mess
two hundred on my wrist, ‘nother hundred on my chest
don’t even call my phone if it’s a hundred bowls or less
f+ck the feds
b+tch, i’m trappin’ till them hoes come and arrest me
gang
i’m dyin’ ’bout them racks
i’ll fly you, you know it’s that, i might take you to saks
vacuum seal these packs
i might take you out them tracks
i stuffed all your luggage, pull up bags and you gon’ fly ’em back

[outro]

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