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money reekk – it’s a freestyle lyrics

[intro]
(dj phat, aw man)
2k
psg, g
(aye moe, that’s dj phat)

[chorus]
i’m in that foreign sh+t, might do a hit out the back
got a foreign b+tch love when i hit from the back
i be scorching sh+t, big four+fifth with the thirty attached
f+cked up lil’ n+gga never had sh+t now i just thumb through them racks
i do big sh+t gotta ride glock in my lap
like a hit stick glock he just blew out his back
i’m a trap n+gga got a ghost+glow put the hood on the map
don’t f+ck up your re+up tryna keep up i keep me a sack
catch a opp i’m a reaper i creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
when i’m off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
i got bad b+tch, she eat the d+ck up on camera
i got a glock with the switch i been geeking to blam him
i’m 2ks you need a drac’ and a [?]
[verse]
i’m in the trap play the ki’s like piano
i bust your bank i can really bring bags out
youngin’ a loose scrеw, really will spaz out
really will shoot you, glock make him pass out
bag mе a n+gga take him back to the glasshouse
i’m laughing at n+ggas the f+ck+n+gga assed out
i’m sending them sh+lls they ain’t taking my ass out
get them packs through the mail got me dishing the gas out
i switch up the cutter the chop make him dance now
get them racks through the dealer i’m putting them bands down
glock 26 gen+5 knock his ass down
shawty been goofy, n+gga was a class clown
i bust me a script for the drank i don’t cash out
n+gga i want racks, the f+ck is a cashapp?
i really got sh+t stacked up at the stash house
high off them percocet’s geeking to crash out
pouring up purple, don’t f+ck with the green
[?] drank in the trap house late+night serving the fiend
[?] bowl got me scr+ping and scratching the bean
[?] percocet’s itching and knodding off [?]
[?] gotta watch for the [?]
we ain’t stopping sh+t ain’t no shots out the store
[?] shots trying to send him to the lord
the n+gga’s a goofy, [?]
[chorus]
i’m in that foreign sh+t, might do a hit out the back
got a foreign b+tch love when i hit from the back
i be scorching sh+t, big four+fifth with the thirty attached
f+cked up lil’ n+gga never had sh+t now i just thumb through them racks
i do big sh+t gotta ride glock in my lap
like a hit stick glock he just blew out his back
i’m a trap n+gga got a ghost+glow put the hood on the map
don’t f+ck up your re+up tryna keep up i keep me a sack
catch a opp i’m a reaper i creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
when i’m off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
i got bad b+tch, she eat the d+ck up on camera
i got a glock with the switch i been geeking to blam him
i’m 2ks you need a drac’ and a [?]

[outro]
(d+mn dj phat, you stay dropping heat)

- money reekk lyrics

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