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[Intro]
Aye, yeah, aye
[Verse]
When I pull up with that ecstasy, they know that I be slackin'
Louis backpack, yeah, they know that I be packin'
Pullin' out my racks, racks, they know that I'm stackin'
They know that I be stackin'
Used to call me Thumbtack, now I'm backtrackin'
Hundreds in the sack, yeah, they know that I be sackin'
Sack him like a quarterback, this shit boutta get hectic
Pull up to the synagogue, my fuckin' windows tinted
Lambo not a rental, (Aye)
I'm in her mouth, that's dental, (Aye)
Bitch, my homies sentimental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
I'm like a jawbreaker, (Uh)
Bitch, I'm a lawbreaker
I break the law, on a fuckin' daily basis
Uh, on a daily basis
I got a Glock, got a pistol, got a .40 in my left hand
Aye, if you speakin' on my best friend
You could get blasted through the ma'fuckin' quicksand
You can't even withstand, choppa make a man stand, (Aye)
Aye, choppa make a man dance, (Aye)
I got xans in my xan hands, (Aye)
I got bands in my new pants, (Aye)
I been poppin' on like two xans, (Aye)
One xan, two xan, three xan, four
Knock, knock, knock, bitch, you know I'm at the door
And I pulled up to your block, wit a ma'fuckin' scope
And I'm skrtin' off the lot, and I pulled off with yo hoe
Aye, yeah, aye
[Verse]
When I pull up with that ecstasy, they know that I be slackin'
Louis backpack, yeah, they know that I be packin'
Pullin' out my racks, racks, they know that I'm stackin'
They know that I be stackin'
Used to call me Thumbtack, now I'm backtrackin'
Hundreds in the sack, yeah, they know that I be sackin'
Sack him like a quarterback, this shit boutta get hectic
Pull up to the synagogue, my fuckin' windows tinted
Lambo not a rental, (Aye)
I'm in her mouth, that's dental, (Aye)
Bitch, my homies sentimental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
Run up on me, boy, you mental, (Aye)
I'm like a jawbreaker, (Uh)
Bitch, I'm a lawbreaker
I break the law, on a fuckin' daily basis
Uh, on a daily basis
I got a Glock, got a pistol, got a .40 in my left hand
Aye, if you speakin' on my best friend
You could get blasted through the ma'fuckin' quicksand
You can't even withstand, choppa make a man stand, (Aye)
Aye, choppa make a man dance, (Aye)
I got xans in my xan hands, (Aye)
I got bands in my new pants, (Aye)
I been poppin' on like two xans, (Aye)
One xan, two xan, three xan, four
Knock, knock, knock, bitch, you know I'm at the door
And I pulled up to your block, wit a ma'fuckin' scope
And I'm skrtin' off the lot, and I pulled off with yo hoe
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