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serena (remix) - f5ive lyrics

[intro: f5]
let’s talk racks
how are you a camper? you ain’t never did that

[chorus: f5]
let’s talk racks, i got p*ssy pockets, rtas, they lookin’ fat
no i’m not serena, but i do play with the racks
once we get that lo*lo we just go create the pack, like where he at?
f*ck all of that dissin’, head down, man down, lil bro complete the mission
told him keep his head high, but he ain’t pay attention
laugh at his goofy ass as his body twitchin’

[verse 1: f5]
doa dead on arrival, we can’t have a fighter
how are you a camper? you ain’t hit sh*t with a lighter
i’m like, f*ck it, ion know what got into me
two men on that drill wit a whole lot of chemistry
bro be chasin’ opps down likе b*tches chasin’ hennessy
stand ovеr top and ask that boy do he remember me
that hot sh*t hit his body, now it’s clogging up his pores
boy you ain’t no k!ller, they send you right to the store
when we catch him lackin’, we send that boy to the morgue
we got a lot of dead opps, but b*tch we want some more, let’s up the score
got my shooter wit me ridin’ shotty
like megan thee stallion said we got some body*ody*ody’s
don’t hop inside this car, we bout to slide, b*tch this a johnny
bro don’t say his name, that boy got too many bodies
he think he king von, get up close, he pulled a ricky, switches hit his spine
[chorus: f5]
let’s talk racks, i got p*ssy pockets, rtas, they lookin’ fat
no i’m not serena, but i do play with the racks
once we get that lo*lo we just go create the pack, like where he at?
f*ck all of that dissin’, head down, man down, lil bro complete the mission
told him keep his head high, but he ain’t pay attention
laugh at his goofy ass as his body twitchin’

[verse 2: lil rekk]
he was thinkin’ with his d*ck, forgot his gun, now he a pack
first name should be roddy, i got ricch, f*cked up the racks
[?] scoom, see a opp, update the stats
let this b*tch off broad day, f*ck where n*ggas at
rap about the sh*t we do, don’t need no pen and pad
heard he hatin’ on me, f*cked his b*tch and sent her back
n*ggas took his chain, i heard he scared to get it back
n*gga try that sh*t with me, they know they gon’ get whacked
if we miss the opps when we swing, we gon’ double back
lil n*gga tried to run, last thing he heard was pffr pffwah
made it out the hood, them n*ggas hate when i come back
he tryna get the lo, these n*ggas trying to go tit for tat
looked inside his eyes before he died, that b*tch was scared
n*ggas still ain’t slide for him, p*ssy n*ggas weird
we got new glocks that got body*ody*ody’s
overk!lled they n*gga, he a zombie*zombie*zombie
that n*gga dead, b*tch
[chorus: f5]
let’s talk racks, i got p*ssy pockets, rtas, they lookin’ fat
no i’m not serena, but i do play with the racks
once we get that lo*lo we just go create the pack, like where he at?
f*ck all of that dissin’, head down, man down, lil bro complete the mission
told him keep his head high, but he ain’t pay attention
laugh at his goofy ass as his body twitchin’

[verse 3: wapstar]
they gon’ claim they shot me, well i ate it
different with the wordplay, and i’m one of the greatest
citizen’s app said your homies didn’t make it
n*ggas wanna be me, but they can’t, that’s why they hatin’
send a b*tch to get the drop on him, that’s baitin’
now serve you like a waiter on your block, now i’m a waitress
caught with a dumb*dumb, now that n*gga nameless
y’all hood versus my block, ain’t f*ckin with the rankin’
y’all drill without no bond money, what the f*ck you thinkin’?
tryn’ slide without no bond money, like where the f*ck you bankin’?
don’t let me talk about what’s*his*name, he brainless
and so*and*so got hit with the what’s*his*name, now he nameless
your man got caught with the steel, no stainless
and broski ballin’ for the gang, i call him wilt chamberlain
the last n*gga legendary, gang hall*of*famed him
keep dissin’ the streets, that’s not a diss, and i ain’t changin’
i ain’t sayin’ n*ggas names to make these n*ggas famous
them pop rocks done made ’em hopscotch and wu*tang it
bro just put a shh back of the jawn, now what’s changin’?
these n*ggas think this chiraq, y’all not gang bangin’
i bet they got more dead n*ggas than they ben franklins
it’s time to separate fake sh*t and real rap
he heard them first couple draws, like what the f*ck is that?
they top shooter, i’ll poke, they hang with tough racks
i hope that ghost jawn break on you, like what the f*ck is that?
i hope that ghost jawn break on you, like what the f*ck is that?
i’mma knock over that tent, you lil ass camper
another opp, another opp, a certified stamper
you lil ass camper
another opp, another opp, a certified stamper

- f5ive lyrics

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