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it's a freestyle - money reekk lyrics

[intro]
(dj phat, aw man)
2k
psg, g
(aye moe, that’s dj phat)

[chorus]
i’m in that foreign sh*t, might do a hit out the back
got a foreign b*tch love when i hit from the back
i be scorching sh*t, big four*fifth with the thirty attached
f*cked up lil’ n*gga never had sh*t now i just thumb through them racks
i do big sh*t gotta ride glock in my lap
like a hit stick glock he just blew out his back
i’m a trap n*gga got a ghost*glow put the hood on the map
don’t f*ck up your re*up tryna keep up i keep me a sack
catch a opp i’m a reaper i creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
when i’m off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
i got bad b*tch, she eat the d*ck up on camera
i got a glock with the switch i been geeking to blam him
i’m 2ks you need a drac’ and a [?]
[verse]
i’m in the trap play the ki’s like piano
i bust your bank i can really bring bags out
youngin’ a loose scrеw, really will spaz out
really will shoot you, glock make him pass out
bag mе a n*gga take him back to the glasshouse
i’m laughing at n*ggas the f*ck*n*gga assed out
i’m sending them sh*lls they ain’t taking my ass out
get them packs through the mail got me dishing the gas out
i switch up the cutter the chop make him dance now
get them racks through the dealer i’m putting them bands down
glock 26 gen*5 knock his ass down
shawty been goofy, n*gga was a class clown
i bust me a script for the drank i don’t cash out
n*gga i want racks, the f*ck is a cashapp?
i really got sh*t stacked up at the stash house
high off them percocet’s geeking to crash out
pouring up purple, don’t f*ck with the green
[?] drank in the trap house late*night serving the fiend
[?] bowl got me scr*ping and scratching the bean
[?] percocet’s itching and knodding off [?]
[?] gotta watch for the [?]
we ain’t stopping sh*t ain’t no shots out the store
[?] shots trying to send him to the lord
the n*gga’s a goofy, [?]
[chorus]
i’m in that foreign sh*t, might do a hit out the back
got a foreign b*tch love when i hit from the back
i be scorching sh*t, big four*fifth with the thirty attached
f*cked up lil’ n*gga never had sh*t now i just thumb through them racks
i do big sh*t gotta ride glock in my lap
like a hit stick glock he just blew out his back
i’m a trap n*gga got a ghost*glow put the hood on the map
don’t f*ck up your re*up tryna keep up i keep me a sack
catch a opp i’m a reaper i creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
when i’m off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
i got bad b*tch, she eat the d*ck up on camera
i got a glock with the switch i been geeking to blam him
i’m 2ks you need a drac’ and a [?]

[outro]
(d*mn dj phat, you stay dropping heat)

- money reekk lyrics

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