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[intro]
aye, castro go crazy

[chorus]
you ain’t talking no guap, don’t matter
i pull up trackhawk n~gga that’s a real fast truck
these n~ggas talk sh~t, they all chatter
i’m in the bando, i still got my racks up
i’m just tryna get all my racks up
red’up now a young n~gga packed up
strapped up, hope a f~ck n~gga act up

[verse]
i don’t know why you wanna look like me
i’m one of a kind, they can’t do it better
that b~tch fell in love, made her get on her knees
she tried to propose but i didn’t let her
she begging me not to break her heart
broke b~tch needa go get some cheddar
comme des garcons, i put on thе sweater
thesе thotties they flocking, they know that i’m better
say you want some money, go get it
you ain’t getting that money, you scared
getting guap before i get out the bed
wake up then i get me some bread
this year is made for me
they all tell me i was chosen
just stay away from me
cuz you always on some broke sh~t
they wanna take from me
so i’m riding with that pole
they all acting fake to me
you ain’t from the four b~tch
f~ck it, imma slide on the opps
imma act like i don’t know sh~t, you on hoe sh~t
f~ck it, that n~gga dead i don’t know sh~t
[chorus]
you ain’t talking no guap, don’t matter
i pull up trackhawk n~gga that’s a real fast truck
these n~ggas talk sh~t, they all chatter
i’m in the bando, i still got my racks up
i’m just tryna get all my racks up
red’up now a young n~gga packed up
strapped up, hope a f~ck n~gga act up

[chorus]
you ain’t talking no guap, don’t matter
i pull up trackhawk n~gga that’s a real fast truck
these n~ggas talk sh~t, they all chatter
i’m in the bando, i still got my racks up
i’m just tryna get all my racks up
red’up now a young n~gga packed up
strapped up, hope a f~ck n~gga act up

[verse 2]
lil n~gga run off with my swagger
i do numbers, that sh~t only add up
i was down bad, ran it up, i feel better
i feel better
f~ck up the bank when i touch down in cali
bring it back home, get some drip, i ain’t hiding
stick on my hip, thirty clip, i’m bobby
yall not with the bullsh~t, i’m r~t~rded
they turning me up, now they getting me started
i’m in the trap, i don’t go to no parties
don’t pass me your blunt, i ain’t smoking no garbage
f~cking this b~tch, i think she was from charlotte
this b~tch was sucking my d~ck when we first got it started
now this b~tch riding my d~ck like a harley
i put on a rubber, that p~ssy can’t harm me
[chorus]
you ain’t talking no guap, don’t matter
i pull up trackhawk n~gga that’s a real fast truck
these n~ggas talk sh~t, they all chatter
i’m in the bando, i still got my racks up
i’m just tryna get all my racks up
red’up now a young n~gga packed up
strapped up, hope a f~ck n~gga act up

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