Take the Ghetto - 4oeRacks

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I'm off the dribble with this shit, pass the ball I won't fumble Black forces, black stick, we 'finna have a royal rumble They done let me in this bitch with two fours, my nigga eight I just sparked a four of za it's to the face, get out the way Man I thought I kicked the cup but sipped again, I suck at giving up Lace your kicks up, I'm 'finna see if u can knuckle up I'm belt to ass with these clown niggas cause they been acting up Poured a four of Quagen and started throwing up But so what, bitch I got my glock and yeah I'm heavy stepping In the function a hundred crips I count a hundred weapons Loose leafs, I add the blend and now the hits deadly Ran up fifty in my forces, I ain't wearing Giuseppe Only had the whip six months, how I crash the Lexus I just hit this white bitch I think her name Lexi No youngboy, I'm still out here flexing and stepping Pop the glocky out the stash man it's a deadly weapon (Aye) this bitch called me sassy because I'm picky with my drank I done shipped a hundred bows to over ten different states We double back on they block, skip up, and switch plates (aye) Slapped a nigga talking about the tris fake Eighteen-hundred for a pint, this real drank And where them one niggas at, I'm in they hood everyday I'm Jaayoch, what's half of that, that's 4oeRacks If I call my nigga Dev he pulling up, he got the Ak Man fuck that, if they pull up on this block they getting wacked This little bitch tried to pop it, I blocked the bitch like I'm Shaq (Cmon Cmon) My nigga four got the tris, where the double cups Nigga put that little strap down, we 'finna knuckle up Rossy in the studio, he ain't rapping, he got the smithy tucked And bitch I came with roadmoney Stupid bitch we about to live it up Coach put me in the game, I'm not passing I'm a trophy, I'm the one that's calling plays like John Madden They popped bro he still here, let's see who get the last laugh then But we ain't worried bout them niggas because they faggots Up the glocky to his dome and do him tragic If we catch a lunchbox we on his ass twin Me and 4oeski real trophies we not cappers I just threw this perk back and then blamped her Four just passed her now she screaming go faster I passed the bitch back to Och she throwing tantrums I should be a Bandhunta the way I'm gassing But bitch this LMR, I'm a pass to Beez he gone smash it I hate groupies, and I hate them little bitches that throw tantrums Told my bro to pass the Smith, I'm gone smack em

I promise you don't know half of my struggles, did a lot for this Mixed emotions got me mixing quali with the tris I feel like double r, cant die young, I got to keep my stick It's either that or be a victim to this crime and sin If I set my mind free is it gone get me out this cycle A deuce of hi-tec with a tech, I'm on autopilot Exotic flavors with this moonrock it got me space flying Bitches turn to groupies for the gang, they get so excited This party full of money makers nigga, you is not invited Girly keep on begging for the dick, she just want me wife her I just want one nighters, but I just can't pipe her Nah, no I can't do that Making poor decisions went down alone with them three straps But answer this, is you gone get clapped or shoot back I just flipped a pound and moonwalked like im Mike Jack I just upped a roll of pink shapes, like have you seen that I can't politic up on the line because niggas phones be tapped And ain't no profit in that bow because you smoking your sack If I'm talking about then I did it these are straight facts But to the DA man I promise thats just rap cap Now I'm on that road, getting money, staying in my lane I'm a stuff this wood with truffle strands, hope it make my day I just dropped a eight in two liters, fill the rest with pain I just told Scrap I seen a opp, he trying to pop they face Bitches neck bopping pussy popping, trying to chase a check Bitch I'm BH Roadmoney, we the fucking best If I hit your bitch from the back first she gave me neck You can pick the drugs to pop your opps or relieve your stress Bandhuntas bitch, you gone do what the fuck I say If I ran track, I'm the coach, ain't running laps today I'm a get a bow and get it gone quick like andele Wrap a brick and hit it with a stick we going hiking today Cousin in that cell fighting life he just beat a case TinyTrey jammed up I told that nigga move the smarter way I was that younging who them niggas told to get rich and move away Because ain't no love up in my city, niggas frivolous be moving fake I promise you don't know half of my struggles did a lot for this Mixed emotions got me mixing quali with the tris I feel like double r, can't die young, I gotta keep my stick It's either that or be a victim to this crime and sin

I said I lowkey been ducked off, I'm trying to get away from my bitch And I be counting up them blues, I'm trying to make my pockets sick And why you buy that little rocket, you know you not blowing shit And me and Dre walked in the function, and why this ham up stick Babygirl keep sucking on that dick just don't stop (Aye) you keep saying you love me so just pass that nigga drop We like the janitors, we sliding down they blocks with these mops (Cmon) These hams always talking about that shit they know not too 4oeRacks, Mr. Bandhunta, I'll ship a bow too And please dnd that group chat, we finna' hit the road boo Please do not try to test my gangster I might show you This Roadmoney, we not cousins, I don't know you I got the Taurus G2, and I can stuff it in my pocket And why you fucking on that ham, you know you just lost your profit You know you don't be hitting roads, your broke ass just stay at home And LAP pulled us over, so know we had to stash pole Where I'm from you always got to keep your heart cold Never put your trust in a bitch, cause' they steady hoeing I'm like Tom Brady, I'm sending twelve bullets right straight to your chest Young nigga playing in the field, coach put him to the bench Me and Dev we rolling off the ak, we too faded I'm 4oeRacks and I'm your newest Compton mayor And I don't really do relations just want to fuck, I'm too player This groupie bitch made me mad, I'm finna' save the cooch for later (Aye) Put this woods down I'm finna' save this shit for later And they don't like me cause' a bitch, I swear to god them dudes is haters (Cmon) I'm finna' break my weed down and roll it up, bet it's a facer Deadhomies, put this beam to his head, then I erased him Remember back in middle school, me and Dev was trying to get it Now it's fucking Bandhuntas, Roadmoney we get chicken Dev brought the ak, thats on the gang we finna' sip it I poured a four up in a deuce, it's so delicious Why you always talking about breaking bitches, you're not pimping I needed cash, I upped my stick and then I stripped him Fuck a beam, that's on DayDay I'm John Wick I'm not missing I told this bitch it's boujie dick and I'm a troph, you can't hit it (Aye) I got twelve in the clip so no we're not fighting This ham used her teeth when she gagging, I gave her a F minus (F) He is not what he talk about, he just a typewriter Went to the backseat and broke her back in, she said I'm a chiropractor Why you posted at Neiman's, you know you can't shop here Kick-flipping and flipping whores, call me Tony Hawk You better put that deuce deuce down, you know that's your brother glock It was me, 4oe, and Dre in middle school We was fucking bitches at Knotts (We really was)

Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people I'm trying to make it for my kid I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends Loose lips sink ships so cut them off like split ends After Aaron Rodgers I swear we took off like Peter Pan God said we should forgive but we don't got to make amends So fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, and fuck all them fake friends If you chose up on me, when I blow just sit back I'm to the neck with every stunt I know these niggas heard of Racks Up in Houston with my rocket, me and Dev smoking thrax At the club, me and tootie and little tabs upping racks Drove to Dallas after that at cotton bowl was upping racks At the galleria, walking through the mall spending racks Blew at least seven racks I hit Cali to make it back Out in Compton trying to stack, from here & there I might rap When I'm posted out in Gram you better know I'm trapping bad Put that Lexus on the interstate, one-sixty on the dash That's no cap, I'm outside with that bitch on me You always talking like you violent, boy that shit phony Kicked the cup but poured a line for my deadhomies Chill brodie Why you never slide for your deadhomies Clown ass Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps I always got some kickback at them kickbacks Known state to state for hunting bands and shipping za packs Hating niggas speaking on my name I can't allow that When emotions run high is when them thoughts run low I done dreamt of every way to hit a lick and up score Me and Bam slept with draco in the car that's no joke Them hard days thugging and long nights rapping we trying to blow Put my pride to the side try not to let the pain show I just caught another case they talking about some years now Man my son almost here I feel him in my spirit now My left hand get to itching when granny spirit come around Im low behind tint, not pushing pedals down Central now I'm a trophy in it's prime, I thought you knew I had the juice Bitches love to gossip about the shit they know that's not true He got a beam and a thirty but I have never seen him shoot Bad bitches in the party, they shaking ass to uncle luke Remember me and Amari we started bandboys, that shit blew I'm grown up now, these niggas know I'm trophied up now They won't touch shit, these niggas know I stay blamped down I beat death once, you try again you getting fanned down Sada Baby, pop a perk and now I'm activated Hit the cooch a couple times man I was too faded On I-Twenty doing a hundred in my lane It's roadmoney, I am not lazy It ain't shit to be my feets but babygirl Just know you got to pay me Kicked a four of purple wok and went and bought some quagen I'm elevating on these niggas going higher Told my lawyer, your not doing shit for me, you fucking fired Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people I'm trying to make it for my kid I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends Loose lips sink ships so cut them off like split ends After Aaron Rodgers I swear we took off like Peter Pan God said we should forgive but we don't got to make amends So fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, and fuck all them fake friends If you chose up on me, when I blow just sit back I'm to the neck with every stunt I know these niggas heard of Racks That's no cap, I'm outside with that bitch on me You always talking like you violent, boy that shit phony Kicked the cup but poured a line for my deadhomies Chill brodie Why you never slide for your deadhomies Clown ass Keep the smith tucked in case a nigga want the will slaps I always got some kickback at them kickbacks Known state to state for hunting bands and shipping za packs These hating niggas speaking on my name I can't allow that