Ayo Swisher, hold up Teven Mama, hol uns die Racks (ey, Mama, hol uns die Racks) Denn wir hab'n schon zu lang gefror'n (yeah, yeah) Schwester, hol uns die Bag (Mama, hol uns die Bag) Denn sie wissen, bin als Star gebor'n (yeah, yeah) Keiner, der uns stoppen kann (nein, nein) In Bewegung, Temple Run Ich lauf weiter, denn der Schmerz muss sich auszahl'n Ey, jede Nacht hab ich Texte geschrieb'n Ja, keine Zeit zum Verlieb'n Was Loyalität? Nur der Beat ist geblieb'n Doch hab es versproch'n, ich bleib niemals lieg'n Hab Risse im Herz, miese Ticks Und auf das, was du denkst, geb ich zwei Ficks Mach's für die Legacy, nicht für die Klicks Selbst deine Kids kenn'n bald meine Hits So viele Jahre gebetet, gehofft, dass es klappt Ich glaub, er hört zu, wenn ich wein in der Nacht Keiner versteht, was der Scheiß mit mir macht Als ich dran geglaubt hab, habt ihr nur gelacht Unterschätzt wohl noch immer mein Könn'n Seh dir schon an, dass du heute nicht gönnst (heh), heh Hab mit dem Teufel getanzt, heh Sag, was wisst ihr von Angst? Mama, hol uns die Racks (ey, Mama, hol uns die Racks) Denn wir hab'n schon zu lang gefror'n (yeah, yeah) Schwester, hol uns die Bag (Mama, hol uns die Bag) Denn sie wissen, bin als Star gebor'n (yeah, yeah) Keiner, der uns stoppen kann (nein, nein) In Bewegung, Temple Run Ich lauf weiter, denn der Schmerz muss sich auszahl'n Ey, meine Zeit läuft davon (hey) Und deine AP, was bringt sie dir schon? Am Ende zählt nur deine innere Farbe Ich wasch meine rein mit der göttlichen Gabe War nächtelang wach und das mehrere Jahre Heut seh ich das Licht trotz der grauschwarzen Tage Der Bruder packt abends sein Weed auf die Waage Und mich jagt die Angst, dass ich morgen versage Doch, Mann, ich wusste, Gott ist bei mir Und wenn ich geh, bleibt nur der Song hier Mama will Gold am Arm und Saphir Was auch immer sie will, ich hol's ihr Mama, hol uns die Racks (ey, Mama, hol uns die Racks) Denn wir hab'n schon zu lang gefror'n (yeah, yeah) Schwester, hol uns die Bag (Mama, hol uns die Bag) Denn sie wissen, bin als Star gebor'n (yeah, yeah) Keiner, der uns stoppen kann (nein, nein) In Bewegung, Temple Run Ich lauf weiter, denn der Schmerz muss sich auszahl'n

Too much money on me skinny pants pockets stuffy BB Simons belt red stones shit flooded Diors on 1300 for these bloodies I 95 in a foreign gettin duffy I took his bitch to Barton G's he took his bitch to Duffys Took a nigga cheeks he mad but he ain't gone touch me Wrecked alotta cheek so my bitch don't trust me I told that bitch to bool out I fuck witchu you lucky Had to cop a foreign I got tired of the renties Remember we was living in the hood riding jitneys I just left target walked out was six giffies Brand new chicken out the grease my shit is crispy Drum on a stick I will give yo ass a six piece What I spent a day niggas be saving up for six weeks Hit Bal Harbour I just spend a fucking salary Be in that bitch so much I know them people tired of me I be swiping in the stores even though all is cash on me Be in designer so much I wear that shit casually Don't be on the wrong block my niggas turn you to a casualty He got a bad mouth we take them out just like a cavity You won't see no cavities all gold on my teeth Niggas bold on the outside but bitches underneath Spin your block we don't see you outside we doubling back for weeks Up late night catching force while they sleep Glitch God bitch I make a thousand by the blink Gave my bitch a couple thousand for her wig and her minks Getting money so filet mignon the only time I beef Fucking yo bitch by mistake we bonin like T All this gold on my neck I feel like Mr T Pay 500 for a Prada white tee Balenciaga runners skinny pants white tea I made like 100 bands in a fucking white tee Don't pull a flake we put you on a white tee Pull a flake leave you with a bloody white tee All this gold on my neck I feel like Mr. T Pay 500 for a Prada white tee Balenciaga runners skinny pants white tee I made like 100 bands in a fucking white tee Don't pull a flake we put you on a white tee Pull a flake leave you with a bloody white tee

She wanna rock with me She wanna She wanna rock Relax ya mind She wanna She say she Feel that beat Ride the Boogie Feel the beat of love She wanna rock with me She wanna She wanna rock with me She giving top to me All night She suck my dick til the sunlight I see her we fucking on sight I see a op and it's on sight Gun fight Yeah Gone be a gun fight I'm pulling my Glock out I up this glizzy and rock out Do a drill on yo block got the cops out We ain't cleaning but we brung the mops out It's up with us you might die the next day Roll up your pack smoke your ass in a j Glock 23 bitch I shoot like MJ Smoking MJ got me moon walking bitch I feel like MJ I Got six rings on my fingers just like MJ I'm a smooth criminal just like MJ I feel like Michael Jackson and Jordan Bitch Gito the goat I fuck her she want to be tied down she don't never want to go She love when I'm giving her money I love when she giving me throat I step out I'm designer down everywhere that I go I'm blessed like I'm Christian so I got Dior on my I'm blessed like I'm Christian so I got Dior on my toe She don't got to say Nun She don't never got to say Nun bless her I buy Christian Dior for my hoe She wanna rock with me She wanna She wanna rock with me She giving top to me All night She suck my dick til the sunlight I see her we fucking on sight I see a op and it's on sight Gun fight Yeah Gone be a gun fight I'm pulling my Glock out I up this glizzy and rock out Do a drill on yo block got the cops out We ain't cleaning but we brung the mops out It's up with us you might die the next day Roll up your pack smoke your ass in a j Roll up your pack smoke your ass in a j We don't fuck with no cops or no ops We don't duck with no cops or no ops Rock out I up this Glock imma I rock out I up this Gang She wanna rock with me She giving too to me All night She suck my dick til the sunlight I see that we fucking in sight I see her we fucking in sight I see a op and it's on sight Gang

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye I was down bad on my dick til I start hitting glitches and now I'm racked up Used to get it and spend it until I was broke had to run it back up Now when I get it I don't mother fucking spend it I buff it and stack that shit up So many racks in my skinny ass britches no sitting I got to stand up I'm in my bag And in my bag got a Glock with extensions if niggas act up Get yo ass bagged Up my shit go to hitting you get hit my precision A plus I got that swag All these hoes know I be swippin that's why all of them wanna fuck (swippy) Niggas be mad that I fuck all they bitches but Niggas ain't even got bucks Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Broke ass nigga go get you some guap I ain't worried about these pussy ass niggas these niggas ain't shooting no shots All these niggas just talk All these niggas just talk These niggas just like to run the mother fucking mouth they ain't doing no damage My Niggas don't talk pull up see a mother fucking op and we blaming Swantho I be so fucking wavy bitches think I came from another planet Big Swip so fucking wavy you will thing a Nigga sunk the Titanic High top Margiela's with the paint drip on them my swip outstanding These niggas be thinking hoes bougie I be getting top from them no demanding Thick bitch ass so fat that I got to hit it from the back standing When I fuck her she be going to brazy got to tell the lil bitch don't panic These niggas snakes for these hoes keep my grass cut low like Stanley Niggas get mad about the shoes should be mad you ain't getting no fetti You rather beef about a bitch than beef about some money you petty You Rather be around a bitch and leach off a bitch you pesty If I'm with a bitch nine times out of ten I'm still scamming I be punching online for a lot of shit Hope on westo sent a thousand quick Get print a check up and deposit it I ain't worried about money get alot of it If a nigga talking tough don't acknowledge jitt Turn a nigga ass to a dead body quick I was down bad on my dick til I start hitting glitches and now I'm racked up Used to get it and spend it until I was broke had to run it back up Now when I get it I don't mother fucking spend it I buff it and stack that shit up So many racks in my skinny ass britches no sitting I got to stand up I'm in my bag And in my bag got a Glock with extensions if niggas act up Get yo ass bagged Up my shit go to hitting you get hit my precision A plus I got that swag All these hoes know I be swippin that's why all of them wanna fuck Niggas be mad that I fuck all they bitches but Niggas ain't even got bucks Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Broke ass nigga go get you some guap I ain't worried about these pussy ass niggas these niggas ain't shooting no shots All these niggas just talk All these niggas just talk Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Broke ass nigga go get you some guap I ain't worried about these pussy ass niggas these niggas ain't shooting no shots All these niggas just talk All these niggas just talk All these niggas just talk None of these niggas won't link We gone pull up with them mother fucking glocks hit him in the spot where he think Sliding in a Q60 findo big bag in it like Brinks Sliding with a lil skee did I fuck what kinda question is that what you think Hit from the back Pull out her tracks when I wreck her I fuck off her minks Blow a big bag in Saks White people looking at me like damn who is he Spend them rizzies in Saks I ain't worried about that I make 10 bands in a week Never seen you in Neiman's and Saks Yo designer wack you don't show no receipts Boy yo shit cheap Boy yo shit fake Need to throw that shit away Pussy niggas talking we don't argue with them We just find out where they stay Call that Draco the big bad wolf It's gonna blow your whole house away Then we run down clear the whole house then we meet the car a block away Since a young nigga we been spinning blocks We ain't gotta tell them nothing they know how we rock Brand new stick that shit came with a stock with a fifty round clip that shit big like the Hulk These niggas out here playing foul hit they ass with the stick we ain't pulling no flops Goof balls acting like they in the field hit they ass with the stick like we playing golf Really in the field like the NFL and we scoring back to back they ain't getting no stops Glitching shit up got my pockets filled trying to make a whole million dollar off of the shop I was down bad on my dick til I start hitting glitches and now I'm racked up Used to get it and spend it until I was broke had to run it back up Now when I get it I don't mother fucking spend it I buff it and stack that shit up So many racks in my skinny ass britches no sitting I got to stand up I'm in my bag And in my bag got a Glock with extensions if niggas act up Get yo ass bagged Up my shit go to hitting you get hit my precision A plus I got that swag All these hoes know I be swippin that's why all of them wanna fuck (Swippy) Niggas be mad that I fuck all they bitches but Niggas ain't even got bucks Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Broke ass nigga go get you some guap I ain't worried about these pussy ass niggas these niggas ain't shooting no shots All these niggas just talk All these niggas just talk Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Nigga go get you some guap Broke ass nigga go get you some guap Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye