Zero Dark Thirty

Racks touch down, let's go, yeah run up that bag, need more, yeah

Bought all the pops out the store, yeah Unky got rich, sell coke, yeah

Forkin' that pot, get a chain, yeah make yo' whole life change, yeah

Trap door, back door, swing, yeah trap door, back door, swing, yeah

Trappin', ain't dead, **** scared, yeah traffickin', birds ducking fed case

I'ma run up the racks till my legs break I'ma get so damn rich, ain't no headaches

I'ma hittin this hoe, til the bed break Yeah, I'm givin' her dick till she can't take

Yeah, it's coke residue on this damn plate, she gon' play with her nose till she stale mate

I jump in the mosh the crowd, hypin' me up, Blurr hit the stage, your hoe pipin' me up

Yeah, I ain't tryna kick it, we fuckin' or what, ain't really into you, just tryna nut

Won't even remember you, I'm off of Xan my brother, off molly, so pardon my mans

Real slick and slimy, we swole in the glans gun in my waistband, I'm holdin' my pants

As soon as that bass hit, like, fuck it, let's go I got on Maison from head to my toe

Garments Margiela, Mihara my toe hire the money and fire a hoe

Yeah, hey, hey, hey, dip my body in ice till that motherfucker glow

Shoutout to Sosa, bitch, I'm in my glo started off little league, now I'm a pro

Trap door, back door, swing, yeah Forkin' that pocket, get a chain, yeah

Make your whole life change, yeah unky, got rich sell Caine, yeah

Trap door, back door, swing, yeah Forkin' that pot, get a chain, yeah

Walk in and out of the bank, yeah, Cop anything, cause my name good

If you owe me money, don't want it, you good I know imma be blessed, cause I'm weighing' it good

Give lil' mama a bag, cause she fuckin' me good only need, like, two blunts, cause this weed hittin good

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