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(How many racks do you got in your) How many racks do you got in your pocket I was tryna dumb a lil' hoe for some paper I put some lean on her body she sizzle Coming outside with a couple of drakes And I was out town when I lost my nigga Ever since then I ain't go by that place I been so down and a nigga couldn't feel it I swear to god he don't want to switch place And she finna go down in that jawn for that jigga Try this lil' shit she get slapped in the face She finna go down in the club for that nigga I been tryna go cop me a tank Niggas go cop em a couple of blocks And ride around town like them niggas got rank Momma know that ima jugg For some money I jus want some cake And I think that I'm misunderstood Talkin 'bout ten boy you sounding cliche And I might ride around in your hood I ain't pulling no bitches I push Ima bully a nigga like Suge Swear to god I ain't catching a case Spray the lil' bih with some mace (Yea, Yea) All black demon but ride with a saint (Ride with the saint, Ride with the saint) How many bands do you make Told up my plug come and slide for this bake F*ck this hoe I don't even need bae Ain't chatting 'bout shit it ain't up for debate