Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Racks Hogan]
I’m n the rain wearin bathing shorts
They bathing ape a course
Running thru the street im n my apesta courts
Fly as fuck
Bitches hit me tryna fuck
I used to wait for the pussy
Now it’s lining up
Have some older nigga drive the truck
I’m n the back wit a Spanish slut
She bitchin bout a bag she want
Celine Ortega body slam a blunt
I pass it once shorty thick as hell
N I jus wanna tag it son
Go tiger n it like I’m sagat once
I’m grabbin guns for Mia college fund
U niggas only grabbin guns
In ya verses posted eatin sturgeon
I hope u right wit clergy
Homies kill u do u dirty
Been on the block since seven thirty
I’m early risin
Run the street like John heisman
I’m serving clients
U gotta pay me out the gate
We can book the dates
Please have the paper straight
Or we gon get irate
[Hook: Racks Hogan]
Niggas say they hear me visual
Im jus tryna add it up my daughter laughin at the swimmin pool
I smoke the blunts inside the livin room
Shout out t warren moon quarterback the troops
You know they comin thru
Get t backin out the llama
Hogan bout the drama
One a the baddest on my mama
Cash my favorite topic
All outta options
Started robbin jus t c the profits
Karate chopist burnin weed thas a daily hobby
I rock the camo shorts pattern lookin tiger stripe
Pullin out the toys
Stuntin on the motor bike
Been in the coldest nights
I had the coldest nikes
Clientele livin dead twitchin like the poltergeist
Dim lights small city killers come n get u
Hog tie pistol whip u snitches get the issue
Thas the mag throw em the bag
Freezer on a slab toe wrapped up wit a tag
Mama lookin sad sister can’t contain it
Word picture painted bout a vp a stainless
How can I explain it
Street life ain’t no playin
[Hook]
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