f#ckin’ that b#tch in the back of the truck, f#ckin’ that b#tch in the back of the truck
I had to stack all the racks, I had to stack all the hunnids
I had to get me the money, I had to get me the racks, I had to get me the hunnids
Ay, yeah, five bands on me, walk into saks
I hit that b#tch from the back
I’m making it tap, you running the pack when I tax
I had to run up the racks, yeah run to the back my pockets they way too fat
Yo bro gon’ get jumped, put that on the bible
I don’t give a f#ck about yo lil title
That b#tch want the clout, this sh#t is not buyable
I need the big pockets ’cause my money won’t fit
Big Glock, we gon’ get that boy lit
Been him, put that sh#t on my kids
Been him, might go run with the stick
Me and slu will be hitting them licks
Talk down, he get hit with the blick
I’m off the blunt, {?}
She wanna f#ck, she don’t know my name
She still wanna take a flick (take a flick)
And yo shawty showin’ love, yeah I did that sh#t
She tryna roll with the plug, and I don’t got time for you b#tch
Fell in love with the drug, pre-rolls gon’ be lit
And yo shawty say what’s up, ’cause she see my wrist
Ay, yeah, five bands on me, walk into saks
I hit that b#tch from the back
I’m making it tap, you running the pack when I tax
I had to run up the racks, yeah run to the back my pockets they way too fat
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