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[Hook J Neat & Supawassi] (x2) My trap house running back to back Don't play no tennis but I got them racks She a lil' freak might do the gang Shooting shots, aim at yo' brain Me and J Neat that's back to back We wipe ya' nose, yeah that's a pack She eat me up like a snack No tennis but we got rickety racks [Verse 1: J Neat & Supawassi] T house gettin' rickety racks Water whip I bring it back Nose be running 'cause I ran See the cops then I dash It's on my lap, it got no stash It's on my hip so fuck a stash He moving feisty, we took his face I'm smokin' demi', that pack got no name Wipe ya' nose don't leave a trace Like Tay-K we do the race Got them bands just for the case Got the cake just like I bake She want my time, I'm on a plane Fuck feelings we catching flights Even on red, my shooters on green light VVS my diamonds bright [Hook] (x2) My trap house running back to back Don't play no tennis but I got them racks She a lil' freak might do the gang Shooting shots, aim at yo' brain Me and J Neat that's back to back We wipe ya' nose, yeah that's a pack She eat me up like a snack No tennis but we got rickety racks [Verse 2] Walk up hoodied up then I blast Half these niggas' rap be cap I feel like Tony in the trap Cartier frames I see the bag We at yo' neck if you got a tag I need a lambo, not a Jag' I need the fancy shit I never had Mr. Wassi got niggas mad, yeah Too much drip don't slip, yeah I gotta walk my stick, yeah [] Zombie tips up in the fifth, yeah If you wanna get rich, you take risks, yeah You can lose yo' life in a blink, wlatt Like base ball like pitched Might lose more than a brick, yeah Might lose yo' head if you don't think, yeah Extended clip up in a compact I'll kill him if he right or wrong, fam Remember going halves 'til the mornin' Now we in the Benz and we tourin' Hard times in the rain, it was pourin' No bacon I'm tired of pigs Watch how I change the way that I live Poppin' 'em perks and I can't quit My trigger finger always itch Hit her once and then dismiss I'm too neat when I shot I swish Came off right up off the bridge Now I got ice just like a fridge He want smoke, we at his lid These niggas cap, they work at Lids She want Chris, I feed her dick You want the forty or the fifth Ain't no raunch, I made him dip Rise that shit off the hip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We rise that shit off the hip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We rise that shit off the hip [Hook] (x2) My trap house running back to back Don't play no tennis but I got them racks She a lil' freak might do the gang Shooting shots, aim at yo' brain Me and J Neat that's back to back We wipe ya' nose, yeah that's a pack She eat me up like a snack No tennis but we got rickety racks