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(Bitch I got racks) Xan's ain't hard to get used to bae you just gotta get used to the taste He smoke out a gram that's poopoo, damn lil nigga can't even get an eighth Lil nigga who you? I gotta do you if you not coming around with the gang I think it's voodoo when she be all on my noodle, she say she don't wanna lose me Her new nigga says he cool but I'm cooler Mike Amiri but I mix it with Gucci Bloodshed gang, they be coming looking for chains to take from you Better duck your brain ain't safe for you Look at the AMG 'cedes on me baby Go top speed, baby That's a high speed, baby One of them high Take 12 on a high speed, I'ma just call it a ride Baby trust me it's a ride I keep a Glock on my side She wanna fuck all night Baby that's alright Fuck all that other shit, lets go to Malibu Tryna break all the weed down it's not malleable I could put all of you niggas together, you lil niggas still ain't valuable I'm finna go for a coupe I might go for a Porsche if I wanna get radical Big bank take lil bank, I ain't battling you Letras de canciones50 on Glocky, I'm clapping at you Fuck that shit let's go big I got this money on my head I'm finna boot up off a Xan' 100k that's on my head I guess that's the plan She wanna give me head I guess that's the plan I'm tryna get him dead I guess that's the plan I guess that's the plan I guess that's the plan From Letras Mania