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Strap in the back of the Ac', Dirty rose like that

By 22 I had that brand new Ac' coupe

Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that

Mami on my bozac, I'm pimpin', and she knows that, nigga, where the hoes at

You thinkin I can't flow that? You can get the bozack

Sheisty-ass cats like that, we leave 'em on the pavement

Click-clack, get back, dunn, let me rip that

I used to cook crack, they took that, I learn to jux cats

She didn't wanna put him through that, so she went back to the crack

Give me dap, perhaps admit that I'm all that

Let's shake to that, don't wanna give you dap

Artifacts get dapped like that y'all

Had to go in my trunk, reach inside, cause it's like that, came back out with a silver gat

Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son

Let me get the vest, no need for that, just grab the fucking gat

I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that

Cash over ass, never in a rat trap, tote the gat for that

Sippin 'gnac, whip the 'llac, some trippin', smokin' that

See the rims under the 'lac, now, what you call that?

I give him some dap and skip to the lac, that's that

2000 'llac, can you fuck with that?

They think that I'm a new jack, but only if they knew that

I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that

Believe that, off the meat rack, pick the beef up

We put it on wax for those who think that

Push a nigga's whole head back, so I snatched that

Push ya shit back, but fuck that

Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back

Lying bout racks and lying bout stacks, man, I'm sick and tired of that

I just won a hundred racks on blackjack, and you know I'm 'bout to blow that

Like this, like that, spit game when I rap

I'm tired of the fuck-boy rap, fuck-boy this, fuck-boy that

Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that, plus he liked how I rap

You twist that big sack and hit that

Them haters didn't like that, true that

It's like that, never labelled a wack

Huh, it's like that, we could never be the wack

Cease with the wack, I'm never ever booty over that

Remember that, nigga, we back, still got money, sippin yac