Letras
Hold on, it's only racks and racks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up, 3-9 deuce
And kiss the curb and skate
Pull up, 3-9 deuce
And kiss the curb and skate
Shake 'em
I'ma catch 'em, I'ma take 'em
Fire
Pull up, 3-9 deuce
And kiss the curb and skate
Nigga thought he could run from me
Nigga couldn't even run from Drake
Hit him in his back, stand over dude
Headshot, guess that's his fate
Lil' Yachty shoes, hoes, these ain't Bape
We rob a dude, his ass a plate
Pull up with some big shits
Shake the curb, head shakes
He all in shape
I don't really give a fuck what you heard
I'ma try to jump out fast
I been on some ball shit, upgraded sticks
And my trap bump, I'm good
I'm clutchin' on in strike mode
Switched a VIN, but 12 ain't popped the hood
We smack lil' bruh, a slight roll
See his ghost, his lil' ass in this wood
Uppin' time, he toast, we roll
No phone, won't shoot back if he could
Don't tolerate fake opps, want money
Tried run, could take off, seen us comin'
They get back for lil' bruh, ain't nothin'
They get back for lil' bruh, ain't nothin'
Pull up, 3-9 deuce
And kiss the curb and skate
Nigga thought he could run from me
Nigga couldn't even run from Drake
Hit him in his back, stand over dude
Headshot, guess that's his fate
Lil' Yachty shoes, hoes, these ain't Bape
We rob a dude, his ass a plate
Drawdowns on his ass, nigga
Put his hands up, made him say it's great
I don't give no fuck, nigga coppin' pleas
Don't speak on Snapchat, I'll bait
Heard he said he thought I'd quit
Yo' trap ain't jumpin', nigga, Rayo paid
Don't strike this shit, get a Glock to the face
Double down, two poles, tryna make somethin' shake