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[Verse 1]
I put Hysteric, like, Glamour on my bitch and she look fly
Yeah, my shoes untied, I walk around, like, with that .9
No, you are not my guy, and like [?] shit, I'm fried
I can't fuck with you 'cause you was [?]
Paper in that bank, I got like paper on my mind
She want me to work, she like [?]
I be takin' paper, I be takin' all my diamonds
And I be trippin' off that gas, I'm off that [?]
And my ex is on my mind
After takin' drugs, I swear I'm finna be like fine
I ain't finna take my time, I fuck that bitch and then I dine
She said, damn, my money kind, I can't fuck her with no crimes
I get locked up, talked up, pussy boy get rocked up
I got choppas on my hip, that boy, he get, like, popped up
They be blamin' when it's steady like they problems
She gon' suck me up, she eat me up like it's a potluck, yuh
[Chorus]
Racks up, pussy boy get TEC’d up
I got that chop, it's on my back and it gon' play it cool
I got racks, they come in, they steady gon', like, stack up
You can't talk to me 'cause that boy steady better back up, oh-oh
Racks up, pussy boy get TEC’d up
I got that chop, it's on my back and it gon' play it cool
I got racks, they come in, they steady gon', like, stack up
You can't talk to me 'cause that boy steady better back up, oh-oh
I put Hysteric, like, Glamour on my bitch and she look fly
Yeah, my shoes untied, I walk around, like, with that .9
No, you are not my guy, and like [?] shit, I'm fried
I can't fuck with you 'cause you was [?]
Paper in that bank, I got like paper on my mind
She want me to work, she like [?]
I be takin' paper, I be takin' all my diamonds
And I be trippin' off that gas, I'm off that [?]
And my ex is on my mind
After takin' drugs, I swear I'm finna be like fine
I ain't finna take my time, I fuck that bitch and then I dine
She said, damn, my money kind, I can't fuck her with no crimes
I get locked up, talked up, pussy boy get rocked up
I got choppas on my hip, that boy, he get, like, popped up
They be blamin' when it's steady like they problems
She gon' suck me up, she eat me up like it's a potluck, yuh
[Chorus]
Racks up, pussy boy get TEC’d up
I got that chop, it's on my back and it gon' play it cool
I got racks, they come in, they steady gon', like, stack up
You can't talk to me 'cause that boy steady better back up, oh-oh
Racks up, pussy boy get TEC’d up
I got that chop, it's on my back and it gon' play it cool
I got racks, they come in, they steady gon', like, stack up
You can't talk to me 'cause that boy steady better back up, oh-oh
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