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Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks

This ain't dirty cash in the whip (whip)

T-t-thirty cash, it's legit

Got thirty racks on my wrist

Want a verse from man? Want a discount?

That's like thirty

Yo, jump in the 4.5 and fill it up

Pull up, hop out and bill it up

Boy try test but the prick weren't big enough

Man won't dip him, I'll dig him up

Man throw shade cah he just ain't sick as us

Man won't diss him, I'll big him up

All the hate in the air is killin' us

Pissed cah they can't get rid of us

Two twin-pipes at the rear of the whip

Hear it when I'm steerin' the bitch

Four shots down, gone 'til next year and in a bit

Them man can't come near to the kid

Oi, listen up, hear what it is

It's a myth, I ain't hearin' your shit

Jump on a jet 'cause my head needs clearin' a bit

No work, I'm here for the trip

Somethin' smelly in the Virgil pouch

Fuck the fed, it's a personal ounce

Too much loud, hear you tellin' me to turn it down

When your gal wan' turn it 'round

Oh, you're hurtin' now

'Cause your bridge with your bitch is burning down

I come skrrrtin' 'round

With a big bag of L's, let me serve 'em out

Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks

This ain't dirty cash in the whip

Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks

This ain't dirty cash, it's legit

Paid the price, ain't no turnin' back

I've got thirty racks on my wrist

Want a verse from man? Want a discount?

That's like thirty racks 'cause I'm lit (lit)

Rip it to bits

Listen, I'm sick of the shit

Whip out the clip of the stick

If I fill it with lyrics, I'm splittin' your wig

Wicked and big in the bitch

Trippin' if you think you're spinnin' the kid

Got all of your missuses lickin' their lips

Just look at the flick of the wrist

Truth be told, I'm through with hoes

No more movin' loose when it's cooch involved

Got no time to lose, bill a zute and roll

Step out the black coupe with a cutie doll

New you, but the news is old

I step through on froze, super cold

Three, two, one, pick quick, move and go

Fuck big drip, bro, I'm super soaked

Stay lit but remain composed

Got my business right and my mind in place

Made all my moves and stayed in my zone

Now tell me, who's got the shine like Aitch?

My cards got dealt and I played 'em right

I was barrin' day 'til night

Puttin' in work with the cake in mind

If I didn't have none, I'd be makin' time

Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks

This ain't dirty cash in the whip

Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks

This ain't dirty cash, it's legit

Paid the price, ain't no turnin' back

I've got thirty racks on my wrist

Want a verse from man? Want a discount?

That's like thirty racks 'cause I'm lit (lit)

Boom