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Nigga in my grill Had to tell the nigga back back My racks fat Bout' five figures in the back pack On fast tracks Dealing and im flipping Like some blackjack Dumb nigga couldn't catch that Locked in Like I booted him up Blowin stank in the air Looking polluted as f*ck Talking down on my name Lil nigga you fucked A hundred rounds with the sound And your bitch better duck Pay up front But walk in from the side door And put that ugly nigga On a leash call em Fido Spit fire though 748 for the FICO These rappers on my dick With the suction like it's lipo 123 count it up cause I'm adding Moonwalking on the beat Like the last name is Jackson Like em cause he fine But I won't let em tap it How you cooling with the nigga Last week he was ratting I'm trappin Hold up It's the feds listening That case I'm just a bad bitch Stay bread winning Benjamin F*ck the props it ain't genuine 24/7 stay on it Like a regimen Askin me if I like it like that Like that Posing for position I ain't talking combat Cause I feel him He real And he know what the deal Nigga said I'm a snack Nah nigga I'm a meal You say it's beef In the streets I can't find you I'ma Pull up where yo grand momma hide you White line you Calm down I'm just playin Like to Get em real mad With the lines that I'm sayin Ass real fat and it's real though North side niggas Teach you how to deal doe Winding real slow Remember me Cause you couldn't forget it My money got longer Nigga know I gotta spread it Nigga in my grill Had to tell the nigga back back My racks fat Bout' five figures in the back pack On fast tracks Dealing and im flipping Like some blackjack Dumb nigga couldn't catch that Coldest bitch out But the hottest in the room And I'm blowing on the pack Inhaling on the fumes Bars go hard Don't got time to lose Like I'm married to the money I'm the bride he the groom On monsoon Cause he know how to work it Keep talking nice And you gon' end up shirtless We skertin' Zoom 120 on 25 Keep my nigga straight Cause I always got an alibi What's the smell cause it's stanking I'm blowing on the pack While I'm Blowin all my franklins In my face and Playin gangster but he faking Keep talking that If you with all the staining Nigga in my grill Had to tell the nigga back back My racks fat Bout' five figures in the back pack On fast tracks Dealing and im flipping Like some blackjack Dumb nigga couldn't catch that