Letras
Racks in me like a Pinata
Fuck you blue Balenciagas
Robin Jeans with the foamposits
Hit the club now my black Barbers
Bloods with me Woo Woo Woo
No set trippin'
They kno' I'm crippin' fool
Jesus pieces 10k gold
I'mma fuckin' fool you better act cool
German Shepherds in my backyard
Train to kill I was born to deal
I was on the hill R.I.P to
One of the rest in Peace Clifford Deal
My daddy backed out you done fucked up
Hit the Magic City pack it out
You hatin' on me I don't give a fuck I'mma street nigga
You can walk it out
I'm in Pittsburgh with a lot of hoes
Young nigga with a BankRoll
Scrape the pot I was in the hood
Mama stayed on GlenWood
Seventeen with a .38
Don't fuck around and make me thirty-eight
Twenty-four hours I was tryna get it
I wasn't waitin' on First forty-eight
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye, aye, aye, aye
Got a family to feed gotta family to feed
They depending on me they depending on me
If you don't believe in me
I'm like fuck ya I'm like fuck ya!
Thought you believed in me
I thought you had them racks but you got evicted
Heard you had it on you penny pinching
'Til I pulled up, get it, get it, get it
Racks on me like a mofucka
I was just broke like a mofucka
Racks on me like wow
Fuck niggas like how?
How he do that?
Jumped off the porch
I was on the go
Mama couldn't tell me shit
I was trappin' in the fo'
Could you take the pain away
I gotta make a way a way
For my family
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye, aye, aye, aye
Gotta family to feed gotta family to feed
They depending on me they depending on me
If you don't believe in me
I'm like fuck ya I'm like fuck ya!
Fuck ya!