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First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red I’m a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips No cap, I tell the label go bring me racks Them hoes, they burned out They belong on the corner, I could pay them to trace Skydweller, yeah, plain jane, went Rolex up on they ass Told her money ain’t a thing She'll get what she wants, she know how to act (On God) I got quality in my drink, I'm quick to pour a four of Act' It got me rushing to the bank, I'm adding more racks to my stacks These niggas get smaller by the day 'cause they can't get up out my lane Don't have no heart, that shit in the ground, you can’t dig it with a shovel Spin his block, let off some rounds, then they livin’ in the shelter Hell nah, can't cap on my rounds, yeah, we all livin’ better Chasin' cheese, yeah, that cheddar This year, catch me and Slimelife at Coachella First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed Letras de cancionesWe run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon’ be next thing gon' touch his lips Bullets touchin' lips but they don't kiss, naw Ain't nothin' like him but we gon' piss on y'all Hood Baby open his mouth, they better listen, dawg Pressure kid come through slangin' nothin' but sticks, dawg Oh, I hope we don't miss y'all Sign a deal, lil' nigga turn into big dawg How the hell you go against the grain when we invented y'all? I won't say a nigga's name, no I won't mention y'all I ain't really with the dissing, naw Oh, oh yay, bitch, I'm super up How the hell you turn your back on gang, now you super fucked Now a young nigga poppin', he poppin' on you stupid fucks I wouldn't even give a bitch no ride, leave her stupid stuck Yeah, it's up with us First check, I went to Gucci store and laced me to the head For my mama, took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed We run these racks up, nigga, they think we worked it off of drip Hood Babies like Haiti babies, I don't think they heard what I said Car got supercharge, me and Slimelife on they ass, they off on red I'm a shooting star, I spin the block then go hop on the jet I rock Amiri jeans, I make these racks and spend it all on drip He kiss these hoes but these bullets gon' be next thing gon' touch his lips Oh, oh, oh, Hood Baby, Haiti baby Babies with hoods on, don't come in my hood, ho Oh nah, this the hood song Slime, let's do it From Letras Mania