[Chorus: Danny Towers]
I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit
I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit
[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
I like to tote some shit when I hit that bih ain't gon' leave no shells
I let the 4-4 hit my lil nigga peel shit like a toenail
Get that dope out the pot I was running that route making plays like I'm Odell
Heard you fuck with the opps playing both sides it ain't ever gon' go well
What you know about leaving some shit stanking
You ain't never tote no banger
I heard them boys outside I'm cranking
They don't want beef no angus
We outside like the trees and shit throwing Bs in this birch sorry momma I'm ganging
And we only get one of these shits so I said I'm 'a live and I'm living it dangerous
I'm running these racks up throwing that Turk in the vacuum seal
I got 'em all lapped up I need that Cullinan black and teal
I heart you be beefing with niggas but you ain't met one that's gon' crash for real
Niggas getting tired of that booty rap straight out the trap this the real deal
I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit
I used to walk outside with a Draco looking for opps and I ain't even ate no breakfast
Hit that drank with the karo and I told rackz gon' head and go scrape them extras
I'm out in Turks & Caicos with some big booty shit like she came from Texas
Baby girl I'm a mathematician
Getting this bread still ride with a biscuit
[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
I like to tote some shit when I hit that bih ain't gon' leave no shells
I let the 4-4 hit my lil nigga peel shit like a toenail
Get that dope out the pot I was running that route making plays like I'm Odell
Heard you fuck with the opps playing both sides it ain't ever gon' go well
What you know about leaving some shit stanking
You ain't never tote no banger
I heard them boys outside I'm cranking
They don't want beef no angus
We outside like the trees and shit throwing Bs in this birch sorry momma I'm ganging
And we only get one of these shits so I said I'm 'a live and I'm living it dangerous
I'm running these racks up throwing that Turk in the vacuum seal
I got 'em all lapped up I need that Cullinan black and teal
I heart you be beefing with niggas but you ain't met one that's gon' crash for real
Niggas getting tired of that booty rap straight out the trap this the real deal
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