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rack szn - moneyxounter, stupidxdope lyrics

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intro: stupidxdope
okay, let’s do it

hook: stupidxdope
toka leaf, not a grabba
i triple cross him, backstabber
baby brother, baby hacker
havin’ motion like the tractor
i got swipers, i got hackers
but f*ck these rappers, i know trappers
he tryna flex, he trappin’ backwards
i up my price, i up my standard

verse: moneyxounter, stupidxdope
all my whips loaded up
all my guns is loaded up
all the opps be foldin’ up
wockhardt in a folgers cup

yeah
we really havin’ this flav
we gettin’ paid like 3 or 4 ways
havin’ these racks, i’m havin’ my way
my bro got a bl!ck, he shootin’ like klay
pull up with a stick, get him out the way
that n*gga just playin’, he ain’t making plays
i’m with the gang, i can never trade
i know i’m the one, i feel like a spade

i’m not f*ckin with n*ggas from back in the day
we air that b*tch out, like we burning sage
i got on my grind, it felt like a maze
we rappin’ and trappin’ and swiping for days

how can you judge if we gettin’ paid
that hoe on my d*ck, she tryna get saved
pull up in a demon, they told me to pray
big body coupe, the interior grape

that choppa gone sing like billie holiday
i separate cause these n*ggas fake
these n*ggas fallin’ off like blake
i’m rockin’ big bape like a ape

hook: stupidxdope
toka leaf, not a grabba
i triple cross him, backstabber
baby brother, baby hacker
havin’ motion like the tractor
i got swipers, i got hackers
but f*ck these rappers, i know trappers
he tryna flex, he trappin’ backwards
i up my price, i up my standard
verse: moneyxounter, stupidxdope
f*ck these n*ggas and f*ck these hoes
i pop me a pill and pour up a four
i ran up them racks and split with the bro
big ole forty gone shoot thru yo door
snuck in with the bl!ck and he ain’t even know
ion strip but i’m in the club with a pole
set that boy up like a pick and roll
no i ain’t selfish, i give and i go

i give and i go
thought she was mine, i pass to the bro
and yeen even know
you not havin’ no racks but you havin’ these hoes
tell me how it go
finessin’ the system, we havin’ these pro’s
we got bags for the low
i feel like blo, cus i’m on the road

we on the road, on the way to this money
you broke as a joke and it ain’t nothin’ funny
my diamonds is shining, my jewelry is sunny
gold mouth, like i’m eatin’ on honey
two tone cartier, i be stuntin’
get to the back of the line, these n*ggas be frontin’
we runnin’ it up and these n*ggas just runnin’
we uppin’ the score and these n*ggas be puntin’

hook: stupidxdope
toka leaf, not a grabba
i triple cross him, backstabber
baby brother, baby hacker
havin’ motion like the tractor
i got swipers, i got hackers
but f*ck these rappers, i know trappers
he tryna flex, he trappin’ backwards
i up my price, i up my standard

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