Mama I'll Be Back

Hop up on the porsche, i was looking for racks
Told my mama don't worry
I'll be right back
Now i walk with lit, with the racks in my pants
I'm smoking on dope
Got the mid in my {?}
I had to go and get it myself (yeah)
Smoking on cookie shit, tall shelf (ooh)
All my bitches ten, tall shelf
I took the glizzy inside my belt (brr, brr)
I had to go and get it myself
Smoking on cookie shit, tall shelf (yeah)
All my bitches ten, tall shelf
I took the glizzy inside my belt (boh, boh, boh, boh)

Niggas trippin' on me, how you shoot lace
{?} pocket, blueface (yeah)
Hit the bitch with pole, blueface (bitch)
And i ran with the stick, fuck a new case (breh)
If you fuck on my bitch, you can havе it in (yeah)
100 racks in the back, 100 evidеnce (racks)
Have a bitch {?}, she fill it in (ooh)
She comes back with the money, i'm diving in (diving)
Got a house in the mouse, can't go broke again
Fuck his bens with his garbage, i'm drankaning (breh)
Drive these hoes, they are high
Yeah, they breaking him (boh, boh, boh)
All my young niggas shoot, they training it (boh, boh, boh)
People watch my wrist, prudential to president
My niggas gon' stack, don't give a fuck who i asked
I can't beef with these niggas
They not on my love
And i can't fuck with shawty, cause' shawty a teller

Hop up on the porsche, i was looking for racks
Told my mama don't worry
I'll be right back
Now i walk with lit, with the racks in my pants
I'm smoking on dope
Got the mid in my {?}
I had to go and get it myself (yeah)
Smoking on cookie shit, tall shelf (ooh)
All my bitches ten, tall shelf
I took the glizzy inside my belt (brr, brr)
I had to go and get it myself
Smoking on cookie shit, tall shelf (yeah)
All my bitches ten, tall shelf
I took the glizzy inside my belt (boh, boh, boh, boh)

It's bout' 3, i put the racks on my fees
She want me too, i make the wave
Oh, yeah, so fly, got you the-
Wanna see me down
Fuck nigga, i can't go, i said
This ain't kindergarten
Bt bust got no name tag
But got no one who passes the fridge
I'm sippin' it for the dinner
She thinks she's a motherfucking cheese
I fuck like i'm fresh up for the brees
When i get to the bank, i ain't going, no
Catching the din, they know it's me but they know it's not
I put the will like she print, they now showing us
She brought the penny, bih, too old enough
Hop on the porsche, now i hopped on the whore
{?} sauce
I spreece for no open, no, i don't tell you my spore
I hop in the bent for 2 racks in the mid

Hop up on the porsche, i was looking for racks
Told my mama don't worry
I'll be right back
Now i walk with lit, with the racks in my pants
I'm smoking on dope
Got the mid in my {?}
I had to go and get it myself (yeah)
Smoking on cookie shit, tall shelf (ooh)
All my bitches ten, tall shelf
I took the glizzy inside my belt (brr, brr)
I had to go and get it myself
Smoking on cookie shit, tall shelf (yeah)
All my bitches ten, tall shelf
I took the glizzy inside my belt (boh, boh, boh, boh)

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