They like, racerr, how you get a bag
Why you ain't got syn to it
It's a long story, bruh
I don't wanna get into it
Every bitch the f*ckin' same
Every time they put me through it
Brother hit a bank play, I know he gone spend stupid
No bitch, you can't hold the glock
I don't want you f*ckin' shootin
I know how your temper get
I know when you think to do it
Sippin' just to f*ckin' sip
I don't got no damn mucus
In love with all the drugs, I live the highway
100 on the dash, get out of my way
My place, come back to my place
And give me face, give me face
Nobody loves you, go and get some money, dawg
I can't remember the last time I got checked up on
They said they love me, but never gon' post a song
You said you love me, but you went and did me wrong
You know I got a bag, know I had to do it to em
Y'all know they talkin' trash, I ain't ever listen to em
Just look at where I'm at, I just keep on movin
Where I'm at, where I'm at
They like, Racerr, how you get a bag
Why you ain't got syn to it
It's a long story, bruh
I don't wanna get into it
Every bitch the f*ckin' same
Every time they put me through it
Brother hit a bank play, I know he gone spend stupid
No, bitch, you can't hold the glock
I don't want you f*ckin' shootin
I know how your temper get
I know when you thinking do it
Sippin' just to f*ckin' sip
I don't got no damn mucus
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They like, racerr, how you get a bag
Why you ain't got syn to it
It's a long story, bruh
I don't wanna get into it
Every bitch the f*ckin' same
Every time they put me through it
Brother hit a bank play, I know he gone spend stupid
No bitch, you can't hold the glock
I don't want you f*ckin' shootin
I know how your temper get
I know when you think to do it
Sippin' just to f*ckin' sip
I don't got no damn mucus
In love with all the drugs, I live the highway
100 on the dash, get out of my way
My place, come back to my place
And give me face, give me face
Nobody loves you, go and get some money, dawg
I can't remember the last time I got checked up on
They said they love me, but never gon' post a song
You said you love me, but you went and did me wrong
You know I got a bag, know I had to do it to em
Y'all know they talkin' trash, I ain't ever listen to em
Just look at where I'm at, I just keep on movin
Where I'm at, where I'm at
They like, Racerr, how you get a bag
Why you ain't got syn to it
It's a long story, bruh
I don't wanna get into it
Every bitch the f*ckin' same
Every time they put me through it
Brother hit a bank play, I know he gone spend stupid
No, bitch, you can't hold the glock
I don't want you f*ckin' shootin
I know how your temper get
I know when you thinking do it
Sippin' just to f*ckin' sip
I don't got no damn mucus
Why you ain't got syn to it
It's a long story, bruh
I don't wanna get into it
Every bitch the f*ckin' same
Every time they put me through it
Brother hit a bank play, I know he gone spend stupid
No bitch, you can't hold the glock
I don't want you f*ckin' shootin
I know how your temper get
I know when you think to do it
Sippin' just to f*ckin' sip
I don't got no damn mucus
In love with all the drugs, I live the highway
100 on the dash, get out of my way
My place, come back to my place
And give me face, give me face
Nobody loves you, go and get some money, dawg
I can't remember the last time I got checked up on
They said they love me, but never gon' post a song
You said you love me, but you went and did me wrong
You know I got a bag, know I had to do it to em
Y'all know they talkin' trash, I ain't ever listen to em
Just look at where I'm at, I just keep on movin
Where I'm at, where I'm at
They like, Racerr, how you get a bag
Why you ain't got syn to it
It's a long story, bruh
I don't wanna get into it
Every bitch the f*ckin' same
Every time they put me through it
Brother hit a bank play, I know he gone spend stupid
No, bitch, you can't hold the glock
I don't want you f*ckin' shootin
I know how your temper get
I know when you thinking do it
Sippin' just to f*ckin' sip
I don't got no damn mucus
Writer: Sydney Esechie
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