Desire 2gaudy
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[Chorus]
Big racks (Yeah), young niggas know that they want that (Oh, yeah)
I was all up in the stu', cooking loud pack
'Cause my bars be so sick
Make a nigga get bacteria, like it's Anthrax
I don't even fuck with that ho, she don't like that
Spittin' bars like a fuckin' gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Roll up on any hitter, hit him with the Mac
Make 'em stop in their tracks
Make 'em have a heart attack
[Verse 1]
I cannot rest and feel safe in my home (Oh, yeah)
Out here drippin' in VLone (Yeah)
Got my niggas in the streets, out here boots in they dome (They dome)
How the fuck you getting shot in your own home? (Yeah)
'Cause these days you can't trust niggas (You can't trust shit)
Every time it's a different picture (Oh, yeah)
'Cause every time I have a problem I smoke a swisher (Yeah)
'Cause ain't nothing smaller than the big picture (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Big racks (Yeah), young niggas know that they want that (Oh, yeah)
I was all up in the stu', cooking loud pack
'Cause my bars be so sick
Make a nigga get bacteria, like it's Anthrax
I don't even fuck with that ho, she don't like that
Spittin' bars like a fuckin' gat, rat-a-tat-tat (Bang, bang)
Roll up on any hitter, hit him with the Mac (Damn)
Make 'em stop in their tracks (Yeah)
Make 'em have a heart attack
Big racks (Yeah), young niggas know that they want that (Oh, yeah)
I was all up in the stu', cooking loud pack
'Cause my bars be so sick
Make a nigga get bacteria, like it's Anthrax
I don't even fuck with that ho, she don't like that
Spittin' bars like a fuckin' gat, rat-a-tat-tat
Roll up on any hitter, hit him with the Mac
Make 'em stop in their tracks
Make 'em have a heart attack
[Verse 1]
I cannot rest and feel safe in my home (Oh, yeah)
Out here drippin' in VLone (Yeah)
Got my niggas in the streets, out here boots in they dome (They dome)
How the fuck you getting shot in your own home? (Yeah)
'Cause these days you can't trust niggas (You can't trust shit)
Every time it's a different picture (Oh, yeah)
'Cause every time I have a problem I smoke a swisher (Yeah)
'Cause ain't nothing smaller than the big picture (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Big racks (Yeah), young niggas know that they want that (Oh, yeah)
I was all up in the stu', cooking loud pack
'Cause my bars be so sick
Make a nigga get bacteria, like it's Anthrax
I don't even fuck with that ho, she don't like that
Spittin' bars like a fuckin' gat, rat-a-tat-tat (Bang, bang)
Roll up on any hitter, hit him with the Mac (Damn)
Make 'em stop in their tracks (Yeah)
Make 'em have a heart attack
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