| I stack up them racks, I stacked up them riches
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| Got racks in my pocket, got racks for my bitches
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| I jumped off the porch, know how to go get it
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| The differences is, lil' nigga I listen
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| I ain’t tryna sign, I’ma stay independent
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| Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention
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| I copped me a coupe and it come wit' no ceilin'
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| I used to struggle 'til I started dealin'
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| I gotta hustle to get me a million
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| You in the way nigga, play your position
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| Keep a straight face, I don’t play wit' these bitches
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| Keep a AK, 'bout to blow in the kitchen
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| I might make the Forbes from tourin' the city
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| When I go to the hood niggas actin' like bitches
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| I gotta stay focused, my enemies envy
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| I know you ain’t wit' me, you niggas against me
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| I know you ain’t wit' me (I know you ain’t wit' me)
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| I turned to the lord, I know you against me
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| Try to avoid and roll me a spiffy
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| But these niggas tellin', I smell somethin' fishy
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| I can’t sell a brick 'cause I think it’s too risky
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| If I sell a bale they might try come get me
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| I’m still gon' pour bale and my shit cost a milli’s
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| Wake up in the mornin' and think about Benji’s
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| I went to the bank and I’m seein' number commas
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| To tell you the truth, I’m in love wit' blue hunnids
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| These bitches gon' fuck when they see the young Gunna
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| I just got a slut and she came from
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| She sucked me so good got a flight to Atlanta
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| These bitches get money, you know it don’t matter
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| Went straight to the top and I didn’t use a ladder
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| Got choppas on choppas if you wanna battle
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| Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| I go to the mall and buy my bit' designer
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| 'Cause she kept it silent I know she a rider
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| Go back to the spot, put the dick all inside of you
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| You niggas be cuffin', hell, I know you can’t hide it
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| I know she gon' fuck cause I made a deposit
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| We fuck to my music, she say I’m melodic
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| Remember you had it, now nigga I got it
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| I stack up them racks, I stacked up them riches
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| Got racks in my pocket, got racks for my bitches
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| I jumped off the porch, know how to get it
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| The differences is, lil' nigga I listen
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| I ain’t tryna sign, I’ma stay independent
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| Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention
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| I caught me a coupe and it come wit' no ceilin'
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| I used to struggle 'til I started dealin'
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| I gotta hustle to get me a million
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| You in the way nigga, play your position
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| Keep a straight face, I don’t play wit' these bitches
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| Keep a AK, 'bout to blow in the kitchen
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| I might make the Forbes from tourin' the city
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| When I go to the hood niggas actin' like bitches
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| I gotta stay focused, my enemies envy
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| I know you ain’t wit' me, you niggas against me
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| You niggas against me
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| You niggas don’t feel me or wit' me at all
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| I’m tryna go up and they want me to fall
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| You niggas some ballhogs, don’t want me to ball
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| I still got some savages waitin' on the call
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| I done doin' prayer, stack my money tall
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| Pourin' the Act' in that red, we sip raw
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| I’m feelin' like 2Pac and it’s fuck the law
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| Cash out on a foreign, I don’t care what it cost
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| It came wit' a horse, she hear the exhaust
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| I got me a check, went and bought me a loft
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| I’m a young boss, made it outta the South
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| Nigga gon' hate, keep my name out your mouth
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| These niggas show fake love when they see me out
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| They know I’m workin' when they in a drought
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| 12 hit my spot, had the work in the couch
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| 12 hit my spot, had the work in the mansion
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| And I hold my daughter, said baby don’t panic
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| I hope she don’t tell 'em the safe in the attic
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| Just keep it cool and don’t be dramatic
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| Whatever I showed you, you need to forget it
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| She can get prices on a dealer wit' business
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| I just want work and chase after these riches
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| I stack up them racks, I stacked up them riches
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| Got racks in my pocket, got racks for my bitches
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| I jumped off the porch, know how to get it
|
| The differences is, lil' nigga I listen
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| I ain’t tryna sign, I’ma stay independent
|
| Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention
|
| I copped me a coupe and it come wit' no ceilin'
|
| I used to struggle 'til I started dealin'
|
| I gotta hustle to get me a million
|
| You in the way nigga, play your position
|
| Keep a straight face, I don’t play wit' these bitches
|
| Keep a AK, 'bout to blow in the kitchen
|
| I might make the Forbes from tourin' the city
|
| When I go to the hood niggas actin' like bitches
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| I gotta stay focused, my enemies envy
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| I know you ain’t wit' me, you niggas against me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Against Me , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп