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(Wyler got me going crazy) (Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up) I need them racks She want me to smash But I'm just tryna get through the madness Can't stay out the streets, I got habits I still get love from them addicts And I do this shit for the trappers See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah I get a pound [?] and then I'ma do it again Lately I really been up in my bag, I go into Louis, it's ten She fucked in the past but I really drag 'cause now I be fucking her friend [?] the block but that is my past, I'm serving them fiends hand to hand The block really made me, I swear it raised me since a lil' baby, yeah My life was crazy, different occasions prayed that I'd make it here I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah Letras de cancionesI take a picture with all of this drip, I'm swagging, I don't need a caption Expensive fifths and I smoke designer weed, told 'em I like the high fashion But I'm just tryna get through the madness Can't stay out the streets, I got habits And I still get love from them addicts And I do this shit for the trappers, yeah See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah Sitting thinking in that cell like I might go to prison Hurt 'bout all my niggas gone, thank God for the ones that's living All this shit I'm going through but I'm staying strong to the finish Been through trials and tribulations, I'm staying real to the ending I got them racks, I ain't going back and forth with a nigga or a bitch, hell nah, this ain't tennis Whole lotta killers round me and they really love a nigga, they don't give me no price, I send 'em If you wanna talk money, you can [?] No, these kicks ain't cheap, five racks on tennis I'm the heart of the trenches, pray to God 'cause I'm sinning I'm the realest youngin in it, if I said it then I meant it I tote that nine with a stick, won't pay no dime to get you hit You see me shining like a diamond, stand like a [?] Know selling [?] won't get us rent We serving them pales, they got us lit We got some Glocks with cooler kits And hollow tips to kill you quick See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah From Letras Mania