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intake – throwsomeracks lyrics

[chorus, intake]
i get the racks and i split it with bros
and im puttin the spare in a louis bag
took a b+tch from the club
put a b+tch in my crib
told a lil b+tch to just come and throw it back (what?)
purple my hair and the gold on my t++th
told her boyfriend the “f+ck is you lookin at”
i’m runnin these bands with my bros
and we run it up fast
run it faster then quarter back (what?)
i told my hitta to turn off his phone when we go on the glide
cause we never lack
go on the glide
hit 220 oh sh+t saw the feds
now we gotta go do the dash (what?)
runnin up in his house
take his molly his percs and his lean and his xans
we need alla dat (ay, uh)

[verse 1, intake]
i keep me a bl!cky
the stick but you know on occasions i gotta stay wit the mac (gang)
i made a call
only cost me bout tеn to get one off my opp boys took off the map (what?)
i’m f+ckin this b+tch and im pullin hеr hair
and im making her scream when its from the back (she scream)
i’m pinnin her down and she told me she love me
i said “little b+tch you talk all the cap” (nah nah)
i know you want me for the money the drugs and fame
yeah lil b+tch
yeah i know dat (she want that)
feel like i’m lil sand singing know dat (sing that sh+t)
i got a choppa that blow back (blow that sh+t)
got bout 20 grams in a blow bag (blow that sh+t)
go to the club just to throw racks (throw that sh+t)
i pass the bl!cky to my brother penta he had all the opps runnin real fast (huh?)
lemme jus pass all this flowing to my brother penta
you know he gon f+ck that (yeah!)
[verse 2, 37penta]
if i told you ’bout my pistol then you wouldn’t try to fight
if i see you out my window then you won’t see the night
need to catch a flight
can’t be late, it’s tonight
countin’ fifties, play with bl!ckies
they don’t understand me
if you wanna fight then just go and get me
b+tches going crazy they can’t understand me
they be looking mad they can’t stand me
simply on a mission
i don’t know what’s fiction
i don’t know whats missing
simply on a mission (yeah)
she just wanna f+ck with me
will no one talk to me
i can’t find my destiny
(going crazy)
they’re afraid to talk to me
(yeah)
…
need to catch a flight
can’t be late, it’s tonight
countin’ fifties, play with bl!ckies
they don’t understand me
if you wanna fight then just go and get me
b+tches going crazy they can’t understand me
they be looking mad they can’t stand me
[chorus, intake]
i get the racks and i split it with bros
and im puttin the spare in a louis bag (huh?)
took a b+tch from the club
put a b+tch in my crib
told a lil b+tch to just come and throw it back (yeah)
purple my hair and the gold on my t++th
told her boyfriend the “f+ck is you lookin at” (what?)
i’m runnin these bands with my bros
and we run it up fast
run it faster then quarter back (huh?)
i told my hitta to turn off his phone when we go on the glide
cause we never lack (shhh)
go on the glide
hit 220 oh sh+t saw the feds
now we gotta go do the dash (oh sh+t)
runnin up in his house
take his molly his percs and his lean and his xans
we need alla dat

- intake lyrics

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