ARCHIVE lyrics

[Verse]
I had one b*tch do me green
Ever since I swore to God up, now I'm innocent
Get your racks up, get your pape' up, watch these n*ggas change, yeah
I got pieces, I rock Denim, you can't even name, yeah
b*tch wan' f*ck me, b*tch wan' suck me, this b*tch wan' get my name, uh
Yeah, SRT, through a n*gga [?]
I f*ck b*tches by the three, subbing off they pants
Why you standing b*tch at all? Girl, get on yo' knees
Hoe to friendly, yeah, for me
Kick her to the streets
I'm the top dog, with my leash
pus*y n*gga, please
I count racks and then repeat
Even in my sleep (Yeah)
I boot off of that my lean
Kick sh*t with my team
Kick sh*t with my geeks
n*gga want smoke, it's easy, yeah
n*gga want smoke, that's that
Been outside all day, oh yeah
Hoe tryna get sacked like that, oh yeah
Hoe trifflin', I don't even even pay for her, yeah
b*tch I told you I'm shootin' like Dame Lillard
Arch this lil' ho back, tell her, "Stay right there"
I spent 50 on my socks, yeah
b*tch, that's tryna eat c*ck
Told that lil' b*tch to, "Kick rocks", yeah
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I rock sh*t, that don't restock, yeah
Twin, say that on God
I'm in New York with Osama, yeah
I get out my top
n*gga tryna play with my commas
n*gga, free Kay Flock
I can't go without my knock
This b*tch, SMD alot
This X and lean, b*tch I'm gone
On the board, like Andre Drummond
n*ggas always on to somethin'
F-F-Flyin' b*tches, out the country
T-T-This exotic, 'xotic, ganja
b*tch, we totin' rocket launchers
My friend, totin' on them llamas
My ex b*tch, she so damn wet
Bih' keep blowin' my phone, I blocked her
n*gga, thought I would fight, he square
I got a pole, n*gga, I ain't boxin'
All these racks, n*gga, I ain't hear
[Outro]
Blatt, blatt, blatt