Yung Booke - Race 6 Mix lyrics

Fuck a opp I’ll say it in his face
But he want have no face he get hit wit tha k
Scared of smoke joined tha
Church be like ma$e
Bet posters took off but them
Suckers in my way
I’m only here for one night I can’t stay
She wanted Houston bought that
Bitch chick fila
If I let my youngings loose nobody’s safe
We just need a couple mill then we straight
Don’t try tha take boy you
Must not know I’m packed
Catch you lacking when you
Adding we subtracting
How you a shooter but you
Ain’t never got your weapon
Dressed in bape I got harambe on my jacket
I want paper now before I
Throw away what I should’ve
Throwed what’d name same he gang
Nem but I don’t fuck wit bro

Sippin drank countin Ben Franks
Till my fingers swole
Say you trap your phone ain’t
Beating I think your ringer broke
Free lil Tay-k mad & lil Beno 2
Play wit my gang I’m doin tha
Same shit what bowah did
Spend some fuck tha cap I’m tryna hit some
Vvs whole diamonds got my wrist numb
You done tricked off ain’t no
Need to act that way
Don’t act that way we just send
Yo ass them back paids
You’s a flipper why security
Let you backstage watch yo step lil bih my
Shoes costs a rack aid
You gon get door locked
You better park vallet
His shots can get excited
Ya that’s right a viagra
Dumb shit we don’t run 0-27 we run shit
Draco put them nuts on ya that’s
What you call a drum stick y6
Ya brr brr fuck a wraith nigga
Imma put 12 on a chase every
Time ha ha that’s that gang
Shit that’s on boat 2 nigga
Skrt skrt skrt skrt yea
Now or never on tha way fuck boy