600 Racks

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Uh, six hundred racks in a duffle You either you with us or ain't you, ain't is fuck you We came in this bitch, two Glock, four pounds and a ten, so we ain't gon' rumble You get some money, they love you As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you, please

Nigga ran through the money, got way more humble Ten to a twenty, I'm makin' it double A ten on your homie, I think he in trouble Bro seen me make like ten M's and he ain't get one 'cause he ain't wanna hustle I almost put a bird on a bitch-ass rap nigga, shh, but I ain't wanna fumble Niggas know how I'm livin', Glock 10s,

FN's Six-threes, new Benz Fuckin' her sister, I'm hittin' two twins Better believe it, I run up this cash I get bro and I'm like two M's She fuck good, she gettin' a bag I call Kim K. , get her some skims, yeah

Boss shit, niggas thinkin' I lost it, made it out of my hardships Tough bitch, throw it back if she toss it and I get out of the park shit Dog shit, I been poppin' that dog shit on some Raisin the Bar shit Car shit, brr, you and your dog hit talkin' A&R shit One mil', two mil', three mil', four I had that when I came in the door I was still crack way back, '04 I was still strap way back for sure She wanna fuck for them racks for sure He wanna kill for them racks for sure I'm pointin' at anybody, I want war You ain't eat, I kill young bull I'm on that Bird Street,

Diamond, South School, Trife Street, yeah, the real up north Walk through the valley, shaded with death You try me, yeah, I make it real out north I got this passion and shit like electric I gave her the car, it's still out north Right on the block, it's still out north I'm on top, got hitters out north

Uh, six hundred racks in a duffle You either you with us or ain't you, ain't is fuck you We came in this bitch, two Glock, four pounds and a ten, so we ain't gon' rumble You get some money, they love you As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you, please I'm doin' this shit with ease She a lil' hood bitch, mean as fuck

For me, she get on her knees Real hood nigga, I'm rockin' the Patek, this shit like three hundred P's Bro and I'm pushin' that weed, goin' live on niggas real quick like Speed, ya dig? Too much motion I went cullin' and followed the ghosts

Niggas ain't havin' the way that we havin', they get on some ho shit Run up the rackies, niggas turn into actors and get on some bro shit She go the wave and surf the Lambo yacht real fast in the ocean Been through your block on a big boy coaster On twelve, what the hell? Get paid, fuck jail G43, this bitch talk well

She get paid and play with that water I'm eatin' her out, this bitch just scaled She fuck well, instead of herself OB head, go get her Chanel Nigga, I made, I sit in a cell Before I tell and sit in a cell So many nights, they ain't give me no bail We was all locked up, sittin' in jail Now it's Dubai on a yacht, we sail Every don know know Meek Mill I just told 'em my name, Rahmi Timberland Rolls come in through like a sheet Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it Uh, six hundred racks in a duffle You either you with us or ain't you, ain't is fuck you We came in this bitch, two Glock, four pounds and a ten, so we ain't gon' rumble You get some money, they love you As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you, please