| So the racks they just came in
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| The K hit you and your mans
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| I was in the O, nigga, yeah, off of the Xan’s
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| Yeah, I got some niggas that kill for them bands
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| New pack in, nigga, came from Iran
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| On the PJ, nigga, yeah, finna land
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| Play with the Slay, it’s a rack on your head, ha
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| Play with the gang, boy, I swear that you dead
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| Racks coming in, shit way too fed
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| I pour a 8 up, Kobe, ha
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| That nigga act like he know me, ha
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| Wrist too cold, shit’s snowing
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| And the Tec, nigga, I’ma keep pouring
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| And this hoe, she on go, yeah, she going
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| And the Glock make him dance like Lil Dorian
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| I’m off the Oxy and it feel like I’m soaring
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| Don’t make the K get to roaring
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| XD, it get it done
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| I’ma keep counting these hunnid’s
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| Racks coming in, keep thumbing
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| 'Member when I used to have nothing
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| Now I got whole lot of some
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| Nigga turned nothing into sum' |