Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My nikka El Chapo' will chop off ya wrist
Pull up wit' them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some nikkas get locked up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your bytch, she want give me a kiss
Walked in that bit' I was drippin' like piss
Some ice on, it came out the fridge
Put some racks on your head like a fitted
I can see it in your eyes you weren't wit' it
And some nikkas weren't fair they start snitching
And that shyt get you kicked, no permission
shyt ain't hard nikka, play your position
Free my cousin they say he a menace
Keep the racks at the crew, we ain't finished
Got some thots in my pit that I still haven't hit
They ain't pressed about shyt 'cause they wait on this dikk
New Gucci socks that match every outfit
She still on the Plain Jane while you really rich
That nikka yelling, "Gang, gang!", he ready to snitch
I paint the coupe cocaine, I'm riding in a brick
Did Gunna snitch or not, bc he's opposed to snitching in his music & he's one of my fave young rappers
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