Tay Keith, f#ck these nibbas up
Yeah-yeah
This Tay Keith?
Yeah
Yeah, we in the stu’ smokin’ on that glue
If she want me, she can taste this doo-doo [What
Met ‘er at the cut, saw me, she went “Ooh”
Smokin’ on that loud, on that green, yeah [Yeah
Countin’ up a hunnids, I’m a money fiend [What the f#ck?
If you want, we can deal out at the scene [Scene
Now I got a life, I f#cked a teen, oh
Makin’ racks, I got tracks, gettin’ plaques [Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I got racks, I got bands, what? [Yeah
Got thе bag in the back
Forty strapped with my raps
Watch your back
You’ll get whackеd on the street
Yeah, 7-0-2
b#tch, we band’ up
Hit her in the back at the top of my penthouse
Sucked up on my dick as they rock in my crackhouse, whoa
Gang
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