Lyrics
Too many racks on me
Gotta wonder if they folding
Camaro came in loaded
Big pistol this shit golden
Focus
Ride around
Think I got another warrant
Bending bullets cause a nigga wanted
Do ya dirty make the villa hanunted
I'm in the Bronx with a phatty
You don’t know nothing about it
Came in with drank
Oo you got it
Cannot tell you where I bout it
Niggas is clowns shiesty
I’m in ya town biking
She walk a mile hiking
Thought it was beef they just typing
Made a milli
I’m just rhyming
Too many racks on me
Gotta wonder if they folding
Camaro came in loaded
Big pistol this shit golden
From the struggle
Where it be the coldest
Snap into a Twix
If you need a moment
Ride me good
Bitch if you need a bonus
Just wanna see what ya on
Breaking her back to the bone
Please just stop hitting my phone
I’ll be alright on my own
I swear that you changed
You're a clone
Foot on yo neck
This ya new necklace
Give me yo head
Give me respect
Don’t give up connects
Twelve pull up collect
All I do is object
Yeaa
Too many racks on me
Gotta wonder if they folding
Camaro came in loaded
Big pistol this shit golden
Camaro SS loaded
Focus
WRITERS
Ryan Clark
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