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racks up - raq baby lyrics

[intro]
(xair, let me get that motherf*cker)

[chorus]
i don’t know what place this is
free bro down the road, the opps ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t, yeah, he did the safest bid
n*ggas be flexin’ like we don’t make sh*t hot, do you know what bacon is?
daddy locked up, got a place to fill, can’t get him right now, we’ll chase the kid
the hundred*round drum gon’ erase the kid, frrt
know that we makin’ sh*t hot, i don’t even know why n*ggas be playin’ with them
on a drill, i won’t run out of shots, we packed h*lla mags for you and your mans and them
give out whoopings, why you playin’ with them? oh, you switchin’ on the family, huh?
he ain’t wanna stick to the plan with us, don’t be comin’ back when we done ran it up

[verse]
huh, my momma done told me keep my gun and stay away from n*ggas
lowkey these n*ggas been hatin’, they just waited ’til i got some paper, n*gga
tryna control my anger, sometimes i just wanna face a n*gga
i ain’t takin’ no walk with a stranger, get back, blow him down, i’ll bake a n*gga
i be gettin’ my bags from a n*gga that can’t even see, lil’ shawty an asian, n*gga
f*ck boy tryna tax, got chop’ on the backseat, now run me that paper, n*gga
deal with consequences later, yeah, i just know i got this paper, yeah
you ain’t hoein’ sh*t ’cause i’m quick to go bust me a hole in sh*t like a bagel, yeah
i’ma keep goin’, let a b*tch turn me down, i’ma keep hoein’
thirteen with a gen in the streets tourin’, i was raised by them k!llers and d*boys
bring a hundred to the hood, give the streets joy, totin’ glocks at a age we don’t need for it
i’m too rich, ain’t no bumpin’ with me, boy, gotta crash, he don’t mind bein’ a decoy
got a whip, got whatever you need for it, if that p*ssy that good, i’ll speed for it
if it’s good, therefore, i won’t speak on it, when i hit it, i’m lovin’ how she moanin’
i’ma get me ten mill’, l’ma dream on it, how the f*ck can i miss? got a beam on it
yeah, we smack sh*t for sure, that’s for sheezy, but when n*ggas be hidin’, it ain’t easy
[chorus]
i don’t know what place this is
free bro down the road, the opps ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t, yeah, he did the safest bid
n*ggas be flexin’ like we don’t make sh*t hot, do you know what bacon is?
daddy locked up, got a place to fill, can’t get him right now, we’ll chase the kid
the hundred*round drum gon’ erase the kid, frrt
know that we makin’ sh*t hot, i don’t even know why n*ggas be playin’ with them
on a drill, i won’t run out of shots, we packed h*lla mags for you and your mans and them
give out whoopings, why you playin’ with them? oh, you switchin’ on the family, huh?
he ain’t wanna stick to the plan with us, don’t be comin’ back when we done ran it up

- raq baby lyrics

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