917 Rackz - AHHH HA Freestyle 917 Rackz
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[Intro]
I ain't gon lie, I fuck wit' everybody but
There's always someone from somewhere that's always on my dick
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
V
Brr
Racks
[Chorus]
Don't respond to shit with Dior
Barrels spinnin', you gon see shells in the bay
Right by the seashore
Made the hood so hot
I swear to God, I start seein' police more
I can't stop talking my shit
Like who the fuck said turn the beat off?
We got, so many opps
It's just some shit I that I can't leave off
Gun so dirty, we got mops
Like bitch I needa start to clean more
Bro a dentist, he'll drill ya mouth
Why he got his degree for Ph.D.? Ya PJ sweet
My steppas fiend to take your feet off
[Verse 1]
He talk 'bout me in deathrow
But I can't beef with boy, he suck dick
And now we on the next show, uh
Recorded him spankin' himself
Like said you a naughty boy, doin' bad things to yourself
Ride around with that thing in my belt
Told you I will not respond to your couple of views
You can keep entertaining yourself
Told sis like, "Why you worried 'bout that opp bitch?'
"She was getting fucked on camera"
You don't flock shit
You on cop shit
You just actin' tough on camera
A hoe gon' be a hoe, leave her alone
She on some thot shit
And you gon' never get a deal
Boy, you is not shit, ah, ha
I ain't gon lie, I fuck wit' everybody but
There's always someone from somewhere that's always on my dick
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
V
Brr
Racks
[Chorus]
Don't respond to shit with Dior
Barrels spinnin', you gon see shells in the bay
Right by the seashore
Made the hood so hot
I swear to God, I start seein' police more
I can't stop talking my shit
Like who the fuck said turn the beat off?
We got, so many opps
It's just some shit I that I can't leave off
Gun so dirty, we got mops
Like bitch I needa start to clean more
Bro a dentist, he'll drill ya mouth
Why he got his degree for Ph.D.? Ya PJ sweet
My steppas fiend to take your feet off
[Verse 1]
He talk 'bout me in deathrow
But I can't beef with boy, he suck dick
And now we on the next show, uh
Recorded him spankin' himself
Like said you a naughty boy, doin' bad things to yourself
Ride around with that thing in my belt
Told you I will not respond to your couple of views
You can keep entertaining yourself
Told sis like, "Why you worried 'bout that opp bitch?'
"She was getting fucked on camera"
You don't flock shit
You on cop shit
You just actin' tough on camera
A hoe gon' be a hoe, leave her alone
She on some thot shit
And you gon' never get a deal
Boy, you is not shit, ah, ha
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