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[Chorus: 44 OakBoy] Stackin' them racks, they stuffin' my skinnies Fuckin' bad bitches, I sware they all dimes That bitch that you fuckin' ain't worth a penny Flippin' them bricks, I can't work at no Denny's Don't need a key, this a push-start ignition Strap with that tool, I feel like a technician Hop out with that chopper and give 'em the business, yeah [Verse 1: 44 OakBoy] Dishin' that pack like Derrick Fisher Big 'Wood to the face, but I still smoke Swishers Reach for my chain and get smoke like a Swisher Still reppin' IceWater, you know that I can't switch up Smokin' exotic, I love to do kush-ups Ball like a vet, they know that I'm too clutch Thirty round clip, I'm clutchin' on two of 'em Pockets, they stuffed, they filled with them blue hunnids He claim he want smoke but he really don't want it Lil' mama let me hit from the back when I wanna AlI these birds, man, I'm feelin' like Stunna Slangin' birds tryna run up the comas Stack in the winter and flex in the summer Strap with that bomb, I feel like Osama Stay with a chopstick like Benihana, yeah [Verse 2: Bando Supreme] I'm on the road, road runner Say you bust juugs, you just a runner Got two bitches, head dumb and dummer Count up the check, I keep thumbin' All blue face hunnids, nigga, I walk with a C-note Deep in the water like Nemo I got the rock, People's Elbow I'm in the field, Tim Tebow Extend the clip, there's no need to reload Got lil' bitch and she 'bout it Diamonds, they kick like Rousey Snatch me a chain, Deebo Buss me a play on Venmo Niggas ain't must get the memo All about cash my MO I got the check and I count up, and I seen some' wasn't right My hunnids ain't come with a crease I count the check in my sleep [Verse 3: IceBirds] Ayy, I wake up 'em up out of sleep Run up the bag, do that shit in my sleep I don't like to talk because talk is cheap I keep paid every day, you get paid by the week If it ain't about money, don't talk to me Fuckin' your bitch and I told her to get lost to me Ice in my mouth I like I floss my teeth Gotta get to the bag, I ain't need my degree Ayy, I ran it up by my lonely Psych, I ran it up with the homies Need me a thick bitch, can't do the boney Roll up the 'Wood full of Runtz and get stoney Ayy, can't fuck with niggas, they phony [Chorus: 44 OakBoy] Stackin' them racks, they stuffin' my skinnies Fuckin' bad bitches, I sware they all dimes That bitch that you fuckin' ain't worth a penny Flippin' them bricks, I can't work at no Denny's Don't need a key, this a push-start ignition Strap with that tool, I feel like a technician Hop out with that chopper and give 'em the business, yeah, yeah [Verse 4: Bando Supreme] I'm on the road, road runner Say you bust juugs, you just a runner Got two bitches, head dumb and dummer Count up the check, I keep thumbin' All blue face hunnids, nigga, I walk with a C-note Deep in the water like Nemo I got the rock, People's Elbow [Verse 5: IceBirds] Ayy, I wake up 'em up out of sleep Run up the bag, do that shit in my sleep I don't like to talk because talk is cheap I keep paid every day, you get paid by the week If it ain't about money, don't talk to me Fuckin' your bitch and I told her to get lost to me Ice in my mouth I like I floss my teeth Gotta get to the bag, I ain't need my degree