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marrgielaa – real racks 3 lyrics

[intro]
aye man, i know all y’all n+ggas be talkin’ but like (yuh)
bruh, y’all n+ggas ain’t gon’ do sh+t, and that’s on god (p+ssy ass n+gga)
b+tch, yuh
all y’all p+ssy as f+ck (maajins, what the f+ck goin’ on)

[verse 1]
b+tch, i been up countin’ bands
kick in yo’ trap and i shoot yo’ mans
sticked up, told him put up his hands
i seen yo’ mans, n+gga, then he ran
i’m off a perc and i’m off a xan
i f+ck yo’ b+tch, n+gga, she a fan
i hit a jugg, n+gga, for the band
new pack in and it’s contraband
i go to war like afghanistan
run in yo’ home, run into yo’ land
k!ll him and put his body in the sand
pull up on deep, n+gga, in the van
b+tch, i’m so high, n+gga, i can’t land
i get so high when i’m off the xans
i get so high when i’m off the coke
n+ggas be down bad and they broke (now it’s sad, cause like now all y’all n+ggas f+ckin’ broke, like)
broke ass n+ggas

[verse 2]
stop cappin’, boy, you don’t got racks
stick on me, and it make him get back
run up on me, i turn you to a pack
glock on my side, no i never lack
f+ck yo’ b+tch and you won’t get her back
what’s at yo’ head? n+gga, it’s a rack
call up the troops and they gon’ attack
p+p+pull up and and i shoot up the stack
kankan that b+tch cause she is a gnat
talk all that talk, man, i know he a rat
i’m wit’ my slimes, n+gga, i’m wit my slatt
shoutout maajins, that’s my day one bro
n+gga mad i took his day one hoe
get the pack, move that sh+t on the low
get racks, put that sh+t on yo dome
sticked up when i run in yo’ home
i’m in the trap and i can’t pick up the telephone
i’m off the lean, n+gga, f+ck an edible
i’m in the lab, n+gga, mix the chemicals
n+ggas be hoes, n+ggas be so federal
i get the green, n+gga, like a vegetable
i kick in yo’ trap and this sh+t gettin’ tragic
yo run up on me, leave yo’ ass in the casket
hit a n+gga, chop him up with a ratchet
this ain’t a movie but i want the action
i’m sippin’ drank, n+gga, it’s relaxing
you want a feat, n+gga, well i’m taxing
gg./void but it ain’t no packing
i’m in the trap and i got the pack in
i’m in the trap and i got the racks in
whip out the stick cause i heard that he flaggin’
if i want him dead, i’ma make it happen
come to yo’ block, and i caught yo lackin’
come to your block and i gunned you down
shoot up his trap, n+gga, get down
when i was down, n+ggas weren’t around
but now they all wanna be cool cause i’m up now, b+tch (fake ass n+ggas)
i walked in with a gun
one shot hit a n+gga, now he done
if i see bullets, you know i’ma run
i got the block hotter than the sun
i move the weight, n+gga, move the ton (b+tch)

- marrgielaa lyrics

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