Never Seen Racks Like Dis Lil Shine
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[Intro]
(Bitch)
Never seen racks like this, yeah
Never seen racks like this, hah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Bae, come pour this drank up in exotic pop (Exotic pop)
I just made a killing off the molly rock (Molly rock)
Yeah, it's a foreign bit' taking off her top (Takin' off her top)
Yeah, and when I fuck your bitch, I don't take off my socks (Take off my socks)
Yeah, I put on that SOCKS5, ain't sendin' SWAT, sendin' SWAT
He was up on Fox from the parking lot, parking lot
I came with that Glock 9 and dropped his top, dropped his top
It's a baby Draco, I can't tuck the chop', tuck the chop'
[Verse]
You say you got racks, huh, probably not, probably not
Bro got RPG, he blew up the spot, up the spot
Feds up in the spot, then we running out, running out
I keep scoring drank, I ain't running out, running out
Fuckin' on a model bitch, off the Perkies, out of it
Just made fifteen-K in twenties, I can't even count that shit
You feel like the man, but your Wock' is lookin' counterfeit
Bitch, I'm at the pharmacy, I'm flirting with the pharmacist
(Bitch)
Never seen racks like this, yeah
Never seen racks like this, hah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Bae, come pour this drank up in exotic pop (Exotic pop)
I just made a killing off the molly rock (Molly rock)
Yeah, it's a foreign bit' taking off her top (Takin' off her top)
Yeah, and when I fuck your bitch, I don't take off my socks (Take off my socks)
Yeah, I put on that SOCKS5, ain't sendin' SWAT, sendin' SWAT
He was up on Fox from the parking lot, parking lot
I came with that Glock 9 and dropped his top, dropped his top
It's a baby Draco, I can't tuck the chop', tuck the chop'
[Verse]
You say you got racks, huh, probably not, probably not
Bro got RPG, he blew up the spot, up the spot
Feds up in the spot, then we running out, running out
I keep scoring drank, I ain't running out, running out
Fuckin' on a model bitch, off the Perkies, out of it
Just made fifteen-K in twenties, I can't even count that shit
You feel like the man, but your Wock' is lookin' counterfeit
Bitch, I'm at the pharmacy, I'm flirting with the pharmacist
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