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I don't got swag for everybody,
you gon' get your own swag
I don't got swag for everybody,
you gon' get your own swag
I don't got swag, I don't got racks for nobody
I don't even ask,
I do this * by fam
Some of them switched up on me,
so they nothin' to me
I'm like, yeah, I walk down in that dirt
So I said, mother, that's when I done spray can
Swim in that motherfuckin' Ushi,
I need that life jacket
I can't swim, the rack comin' out of my pocket
You try to take it, be dead like that
Here we die,
they know I ain't got no mind I ain't payin' about it,
you might still get done
Cooked rotisserie,
this bitch wanna ride with me, no history
I gotta know who she is to ride with me,
I'm Vlad,
you see
And I'm a visionary, but I got a vision, I see
I'm painting my neck on that face,
I'm painting this bitch like Picasso
I have my racks on me,
and I know that I got my taco
Nigga shot in the taco, tryna blow my nacho
Wake up,
nigga,
you fallin' asleep,
you spilled some Lindo Dromo
I'm at the airport with the drink,
drink,
should I take it or should I drink it right here?
I don't even really know,
you gotta pay for a verse
Some of these niggas will steal my flow for free,
but I'm catchin' they hoe
I don't like hoppin' a billion,
maybe,
bitch,
I don't even know
You ain't grow up with *,
your family never barbecue
Bitch, it's VLA, D-N-O, 4-way, dude
I got racks for everybody, go get your own racks
I don't got racks for everybody,
go get your own racks