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BD Tre - Each A Rack Lyrics



BD Tre - Each A Rack Lyrics
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Nigga, the cost high to live that boss life
Five bands on the kit, that's the sauce price
The family dig a grave if you cross mines
Bitch, we always outside like a toss right
In the kitchen with that chicken, this ain't Popeye's
That's another hundred bands when them pot's dry
I kick the truth to my bitch and tell the cops lies
Every bag get secured we on top flights
Band Diego get them bands, this shit is set in stone
On the road with these ports gotta flip these whole
If they come up off a nook you can get them low
Relative fresh off of one he just hit a load
These ports goin' hella quick, family mailin' fast
The other side hella broke, they still sellin' sacks
If the babs snatch me up, I ain't tellin' jack
Only the family right or wrong, nigga, to hell and back
I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
And I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs, nigga
Make a nigga eat these shells like the 5th of May, hey
Never owned a pair of Yeezys, but I sold Yè, hey
And we stay in the field like both ways
We don't stop, we don't yield, we don't touch brakes
You like the last one at the party, you don't touch cake
And you hardly keep it real and you pump fake
Make a pretty bitch rip the blade like a runway
Shootin' at targets in real life like a gun range
Magazine to his face like the front page
When I come around, you move around like Bump J
Out of town with them pounds, tryna lose weight
Who can do the fastest turnaround like ballet
Babies try to shut us down like backstage
If they try to give my ass the max, I'm goin' max pain
I'm the type of nigga to double back like I forgot, santhin
You niggas don't ever come out like a damn stain
I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
And I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs, nigga
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Nigga, the cost high to live that boss life
Five bands on the kit, that's the sauce price
The family dig a grave if you cross mines
Bitch, we always outside like a toss right
In the kitchen with that chicken, this ain't Popeye's
That's another hundred bands when them pot's dry
I kick the truth to my bitch and tell the cops lies
Every bag get secured we on top flights
Band Diego get them bands, this shit is set in stone
On the road with these ports gotta flip these whole
If they come up off a nook you can get them low
Relative fresh off of one he just hit a load
These ports goin' hella quick, family mailin' fast
The other side hella broke, they still sellin' sacks
If the babs snatch me up, I ain't tellin' jack
Only the family right or wrong, nigga, to hell and back
I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
And I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs, nigga
Make a nigga eat these shells like the 5th of May, hey
Never owned a pair of Yeezys, but I sold Yè, hey
And we stay in the field like both ways
We don't stop, we don't yield, we don't touch brakes
You like the last one at the party, you don't touch cake
And you hardly keep it real and you pump fake
Make a pretty bitch rip the blade like a runway
Shootin' at targets in real life like a gun range
Magazine to his face like the front page
When I come around, you move around like Bump J
Out of town with them pounds, tryna lose weight
Who can do the fastest turnaround like ballet
Babies try to shut us down like backstage
If they try to give my ass the max, I'm goin' max pain
I'm the type of nigga to double back like I forgot, santhin
You niggas don't ever come out like a damn stain
I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Twenty rubber bands on me and they each a rack
Band Diego get them, bitch, I keep a bag
You the type who down bad, look like you need a bag
And I'm the type to do 100 when I see the babs, nigga
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Writer: Trevon King, Kellen Key, Trinity King
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: BD Tre
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Trevon King, Kellen Key, Trinity King

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