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Ricky Racks
 ♪
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)
 I gotta tell the truth
 I was expected to lose
 I had to pay my dues, yeah
 All of these chains on me
 I brought the gang with me
 Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah
 Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
 How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
 Watch your daughter before she disappear
 'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids
 Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
 Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
 Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
 Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
 You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick
 We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip
 I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
 Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
 No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
 Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
 Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed
 Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble
 Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)
 Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundle
 Goin' in for the summer, hey
 Wallet change like the cash
 Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash
 Don't you hold nothing back (alright)
 Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
 Make me relocate (straight up)
 Told me do not play, I do
 Sonic wildin', time to dive in (yeah)
 Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
 Butterfly the doors and you dive in
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 
 Ricky Racks
 ♪
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)
 I gotta tell the truth
 I was expected to lose
 I had to pay my dues, yeah
 All of these chains on me
 I brought the gang with me
 Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah
 Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
 How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
 Watch your daughter before she disappear
 'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids
 Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
 Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
 Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
 Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
 You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick
 We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip
 I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
 Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
 No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
 Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
 Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed
 Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble
 Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)
 Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundle
 Goin' in for the summer, hey
 Wallet change like the cash
 Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash
 Don't you hold nothing back (alright)
 Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
 Make me relocate (straight up)
 Told me do not play, I do
 Sonic wildin', time to dive in (yeah)
 Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
 Butterfly the doors and you dive in
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 
 Ricky Racks
 ♪
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)
 I gotta tell the truth
 I was expected to lose
 I had to pay my dues, yeah
 All of these chains on me
 I brought the gang with me
 Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah
 Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
 How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
 Watch your daughter before she disappear
 'Cause I'm her father, I take care all my kids
 Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
 Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
 Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
 Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
 You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it's pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick
 We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin' it's trip
 I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
 Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
 No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
 Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
 Some of my soldiers ain't survive, I never thought niggas be killed
 Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble
 Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)
 Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundle
 Goin' in for the summer, hey
 Wallet change like the cash
 Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash
 Don't you hold nothing back (alright)
 Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
 Make me relocate (straight up)
 Told me do not play, I do
 Sonic wildin', time to dive in (yeah)
 Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
 Butterfly the doors and you dive in
 That's a groupie, bye bitch
 Copped the coupe, that's my bitch
 We got sticks, we pop shit
 Look at these diamonds biting
 Freakazoid chain on lightning
 Wedding band rings ain't wife shit, uh
 Nigga we'll bomb shit, ISIS
 47 at the end where the knife is
 Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
 Jetway, runway with the big face
 SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
 Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
 

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03:23
Key
5
Tempo
156 BPM

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