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Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka

Racks came in, they can't fit in this Tonka

Racks came in but I'm still in this Tonka, yeah

Seven mil' on the table and I'm still sayin' Tonka, yeah

Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank

Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank

Luh wonky, luh wonky I boot it up

Eatin' the Perc, they gon' take me, I booted up, yeah

I'm on the Xan' and the bean, you get smacked off

Keep on talkin' 'bout it like that

Bitch say she loves me, she addicted to crank

Bitch say she love me I don't love her back

Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whacked

I ain't tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash

I touched me a thousand, and I bought me a building

Pull up to the show, and I'm breakin' the ceiling, turn up

Yeah, fuck your girl, fuck your world, fuck your feelings

Yeah, I make too much cheese, I don't want no dealings

Yeah, I'm on the X tonight

Yeah, I'm on the Perc' tonight

Fuck a crib, I'm 'bout to hop on a jet and just live in the sky

Yeah, I just been callin' my demons, I do what they say, don't know why

Heard there's a fountain of told youth 'em to fill it with Wock'

Yeah, Balenci' my shoe, yeah, told 'em I pulled out the lot

Fuck 12, fuck cop

Big bag, lil' Glock

They tryna fuck with the squad, they tryna fuck with the God

I don't know who they are, I don't know who they are, yeah

I been outside in the Lamb', you don't even have you a car

It's up and it's stuck like some jam, no, they can't tear me apart

All of you rappers be soundin' the same, bitch, I couldn't even tell you apart

I just pulled up in the Track, hundred-forty, watch it park

Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha

Racks came in, they can't fit in this Tonka, ha

Racks came in, but I'm still in this Tonka, yeah

Seven mil' on the table and I'm still sayin' Tonka, yeah

Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank

Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank

Luh wonky, luh wonky I boot it up

Eatin' the Perc, they gon' take me, I booted up, yeah

I'm on the Xan' and the bean, you get smacked off

Keep on talkin' 'bout it like that

Bitch say she loves me, she addicted to crank

Bitch say she love me I don't love her back

Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whacked

I ain't tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash

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