[Hook]
Had to buss packs just to touch racks
Put a dub sack in a lunch bag
Back to the block n***a fuck rap
They tried to line me I canʼt trust that
They try to line me so I buss back
Hit the strip make it flip let the 1's stack
Let me show you where them dubs at
Rubber bands I canʼt show you where no love at hoe

[Verse 1]
Thinking of a master plan on how to buss dim bitches dead
You know that we bussin back we donʼt care what your n***a said
Where I'm from they hunt you down for something that ya n***a did
On some petty shit look at what that Remy did
Got em tweaking thinking he could just kill any man
Seen em sliding he was riding in that minivan
In his eyes it was firе he got heavy hands
He was vibing to diе trying I think many men
They tried to line me for a couple bands
Thought you was my man why you got the pump in hand
They tried to stick me in another jam
Shit got tricky seen his face now he a wanted man
Jesus praying up to god like why the fuck do I need this
Why the fuck do I gotta watch my back around my people
Fell out over some racks me and that pussy n***a ain't speaking
Fuck it I'm eating
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[Verse 2]
In and out in and out
In da drought I figured out what I'm bout
Back to the wall with a hungry mouth
I be going through some things I stay blunted out
Started stacking in case it start running out
I was trapping getting packs in at my momma house
Bring dem racks in like Nick Cannon I was wildin out
Movin like the Joker lemme show you what this smile about
Ice cold ice cold
Make 100 every single time the dice roll
Rocko on the track like Harden with the iso
Side note you ain't gotta ask me twice tho
You ain't gotta ask me twice hoe
N***as like those bars cold and I ain't even write those
Maneuver through the dark with my eyes closed
See the demons when I spark up my hydro

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