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Sanatçı: Stunna 4 Vegas

albüm: Rae Rae's Son


(Ayy, spin it back, Tay)
Uh, strapped with these AUGs
Uh, ARPs, two-two
Uh, uh, strapped with my— (Tay Global)
Fah, fah, fah
Uh, I'm strapped with the ABCs (Bah, bah)
F&Ns, AUGs (Bah, bah)
ARPs, 223s (Bah, bah)
Fuck nigga play, he gon' D-I-E (Brrt)
She can't even eat the dick if she not my speed
I'm geeked, I just dropped a RP (Geeked),
We put him on a tee beside R.I.P
I jump out the V and go drop my ski
Uh, we cutthroat like KTB (Cut)
I'm stuffin' racks in these purple jeans (Racks)
Uh, I get him whacked, we the murder team
Big dog, I work for me (I'm a big dog)
High off my top, I'm on Percs and lean (Trap)
My diamonds lit up like a Christmas three
I get in with that fire, ain't no searchin' mе
I'm rich, I still'll pull a burglary (Rich)
Man, how you ain't heard of me?
Uh, I give a fuck what you heard
We really swerve, bitch nigga get on my nerves
But I get his shit left on the curb
Uh, I get absurd
Nigga got found with his face on his lap
Cause his brother a nerd (His brother a bitch)
Nigga know we put shit past the birds,
Got caught lackin', should've been more alert
I hop in that bitch and I skrrt (Skrrt)
SRT when I beat up the speed (Beat up the road)
Ain't pushin' P, but I'm pushin' the B (Blatt)
Expensive taste, I might duck the PT
Drop an opp, I might drop an EP
Get the drop, hit they block for a week
Never catch 4 coppin' a plea (On God)
Know like LeBron, I ain't leavin' my heat
Uh, nigga, I ain't finna leave my heat (Uh-uh)
I won't slip, nigga, I'm on B (On B)
Uh-huh, I ain't tryna beef on IG (Uh-uh)
Nigga, you want smoke, don't want to link
And I ain't even really ain't gotta drop no chip
Cause I go creep (Go creep alone)
Bitch, the second that we get to hittin'
I bet he get sweeped quick (Huh)
My lil' niggas tweak quick, big jit delete shit
I put a ton on my opp before
She can't even eat the dick if she not my speed
I'm geeked, I just dropped a RP (Geeked)
We put him on a tee beside R.I.P
I jump out the V and go drop my ski
Uh, we cutthroat like KTB (Cut)
I'm stuffin' racks in these purple jeans (Racks)
Uh, I get him whacked, we the murder team
Big dog, I work for me (I'm a big dog)
High off my top, I'm on Percs and lean (Trap)
My diamonds lit up like a Christmas three
I get in with that fire, ain't no searchin' mе
I'm rich, I still'll pull a burglary (Rich)
Man, how you ain't heard of me? (Uh)
Uh, I give a fuck what you heard
We really swerve, bitch nigga get on my nerves
But I get his shit left on the curb
Uh, I get him served,
Nigga got found with his face on his lap
Cause his brother a nerd (His brother a bitch)
Nigga know we put shit past the birds
Got caught lackin', should've been more alert
I hop in that bitch and I skrrt (Skrrt),
SRT when I beat up the speed (Beat up the road)
Ain't pushin' P, but I'm pushin' the B (Blatt)
Expensive taste, I might duck the PT
Drop an opp, I might drop an EP
Get the drop, hit they block for a week
Never catch 4 coppin' a plea (On God)
Know like LeBron,
I ain't leavin' my heat (Leavin' my fire)
Uh, nigga, I ain't finna leave my heat (Uh-uh)
I won't slip, nigga, I'm on B (On B)
Uh-huh, I ain't tryna beef on IG (Uh-uh)
Nigga, you want smoke, don't wan' link
And I ain't even really ain't gotta drop no chip
Cause I go creep (Go creep alone)
Bitch, the second that we get a hint,
I bet he get sweeped quick (Huh)
My lil' niggas tweak quick, big jit delete shit
(Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I put a ton on my opp
Before I go spend my money on a freak bitch
Nigga, I'll come tear up your block,
Just me and My chop before the rap beef shit
Bet I get a nigga knocked off
With these ABC sticks
Uh, I'm strapped with the ABCs (Bah)
F&Ns, AUGs (Bah, bah)
ARPs, 223s (Bah, uh)
Fuck nigga play, he gon' D-I-E
These diamonds hit just like Ali (Hit)
I'm poppin', ho, how you ain't notice me?
Funny bitch, can't even get close to me
I bagged a bitch nigga like grocery
ABCs, F&NS, ARPs
AUGs, 223s
Fuck nigga play, he gon' D-I-E
Poppin', ho, how you ain't notice me?
Funny bitch, cut her, never get close to me
Poppin', bitch, how you ain't notice me?
Uh, uh, uh, bitch, I'ma get—
Rae Rae's son a G

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