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Lah Aye You sell dope out the backpack Skateboard home with a fat sack No homework, but I have racks X ain't my cousin, but I had a pack I ain’t had a car but I had wacks If you wanna pickup nigga, hit me on my Snapchat Only reason I be on my Snapchat cause a nigga snitchin' on the police on my phone tab That's a flashback School of Rock but I’m never talkin' Jack Black Fourteen bands in my pocket goin' bands sack Used to ride the bus now I'm ridin' in a Blackjack New [?] plus I got an extended mag pack Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that Huh, nigga you ain't never had that Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that High school, sellin’ dope I was ballin’ Ten bands, but no witch I was walkin' Got home, drinkin’ tap out the faucet Ten mans in my pocket... Joey Trap's daddy Came from a little I wanted a lot Lookin' back at it I did what I want Letras de canciones[?] what I just got Twenty years old, twenty bands in my sock Used to be hungry, was ridin' a bike Now I go eat what I like Roaring Ford, I run a red light I used to pour up the lean in the Sprite Bitch, uh Now my Gucci look so clean My belt look so Burberry My bitch chest up on my jeans My new whip pulled up, so clean Got some killers in my gang Young rich niggas I don’t bang Why my bands don't like to sang Release the keys with the Glock Used to drink beer on the block Thirties and forties a pop Hindsight, twenty-twenty Bands is on me at the Fendi I just pulled up in a Bentley You sell dope out the backpack Skateboard home with a fat sack No homework but I have racks X ain't my cousin but I had a pack I ain't had a car but I had wacks If you wanna pickup nigga hit me on my Snapchat Only reason I be on my Snapchat cus a nigga snitchin' on the police on my phone tab That's a flashback School of Rock but I'm never talkin' Jack Black Fourteen bands in my pocket goin' bands sack Used to ride the bus now I'm ridin' in a Blackjack New [?] plus I got an extended mag pack Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that Huh, nigga you ain't never had that Balmain, denim, nigga you ain't never had that High school, sellin' dope I was ballin' Ten bands, but no witch I was walkin' Got home, drinkin' tap out the faucet Ten mans in my pocket, they haunted From Letras Mania