Letras
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Hop off the jet
Plenty baggage that I ain't gotta check
Mr. Ballhard, right through the net
Big dawg, and I don't need no vet
I get bread, nigga, plenty baguettes
Ball hard, like I play for the Mets
One deep, in a brand new Corvette
He like to play, nigga; show him the tec
He don't even work, but he finna get fired
KFC, we gon' leave that boy fried
Spin like a cycle if the nigga try
Feeling entitled? Pussy nigga, die
Feeling entitled? Pussy nigga, get low
I'll send a shot through the motherfuckin' window
Everybody down, nigga, everybody limbo
Hit his momma and his motherfuckin' kiddo
Steal an op bitch, head so immaculate
Hella mac in it, that pussy an op, I'm attackin' it
Splash pad, when she's bending and backin' it
Got it clapping; shit get wetter when I'm smackin' it
Smack it harder, then I'll fracture it
Hella racks on her, she ain't got no pape, I ain't taxin' her
Smack it harder, then I'll fracture it
Hella racks on her, she ain' got no pape, I ain't taxin' her
I'm in a 6.2 with a 3.5
.223, hang on the side
Dissing D Raccz, you must not wan' be alive
Your life, why you throw it to the side?
Racc Mafia, gonna pop you in your eye
5.56, anytime I fuckin' ride
Big glock, big drop, die
Get cooked, like fried rice
Blick strong, like Popeye
Shot in your drip, nigga, you gon' fuckin' dry
Double D titties, they sit under the fire
Big racks, like Sydney Sweeney
Got racks, so fuckin' many
Headshot, headshot, beanie
I got a sub; I ain't get this shit from Lenny
I got a sub; I ain't get this shit from Lenny, nigga, yeah
Hop off the jet
Plenty baggage that I ain't gotta check
Mr. Ballhard, right through the net
Big dawg, and I don't need no vet
I get bread, nigga, plenty baguettes
Ball hard, like I play for the Mets