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lirik lagu rackski 63 - you say shit but never do shit

[intro]
(ayy, atl jacob)
boom, boom, boom!
yeah, b~tch!
let’s get it (grrrt), 63rd!
don’t run, dummy! (boom, boom)
yeah! yeah!

[chorus]
don’t come post on my sh~t if you ain’t finna slide, lil’ dumbass boy, we’ll park yo’ civic (skrrt!)
hop out the cut like peek~a~boo, two glocks out screamin’, “b~tch, we with it!” (baow, baow, baow!)
my cousin got shot but he still alive, i told his dumbass go finish the mission (go!)
yo homie got whacked, and you made a post, but you ain’t drop not one lil’ snippet (p~ssy!)
i walk through opp blocks laughin’, smirkin’, eatin’ hot fries with my pistol (haha!)
my shorty said chill, but f~ck that sh~t, i’m still on go like a stolen rental
n~ggas be broke and bitter, they mad ’cause i piped that hoe with potential (skrrt!)
say he got racks? them numbers ain’t real, that boy got cash app rentals (clown!)

[verse]
how you on live tryna send out threats, but yo’ baby mama in my mentions? (wеird ass!)
she told me she lovе how i beat from the back while i’m clutchin’ my bl!cky and grinnin’ (she nasty!)
that’s yo gun? naw, that’s community sh~t, we done passed that pipe through the trenches (b~tch!)
tell the opps don’t duck when i up this switch, you better just pray and listen (boom!)
n~ggas keep cryin’ on songs ‘bout pain, but never got hit or felt no tension (lame!)
my youngest just robbed his uncle, took his bag and smoked him for snitchin’ (he bogus!)
popped two percs now i’m leanin’, clutchin’ this draco like it’s sentimental (slatt!)
had a shootout in broad day, came home laughin’, didn’t even change my dental (ice!)
i’m too reckless, crashed that v, now i’m back on feet tryna flip somethin’ fatal (b~tch!)
tell your gang stop postin’ throwbacks, them pics ain’t gon’ block no halo (they dead!)
i was 10 with a blade in my backpack, cuttin’ n~ggas up like cable (facts!)
now i’m 12 with a chop that sing like durk but hit like fredo (grrrah!)
i got two~tone drum with a curve, and the kickback feel unstable (boom, boom!)
we spinnin’ in silence, masked up deep, no phones, no ig fables (none!)
that b~tch was cute ’til she said my opp name, now she down with a face full of mayo (eww!)
this ain’t no game, boy, we don’t resp~wn—your dumbass gone, no halo! (dead!)
[chorus]
don’t come post on my sh~t if you ain’t finna slide, lil’ dumbass boy, we’ll park yo’ civic (boom!)
hop out the cut like peek~a~boo, two glocks out screamin’, “b~tch, we with it!” (baow, baow!)
my cousin got shot but he still alive, i told his dumbass go finish the mission (go do it!)
yo homie got whacked, and you made a post, but you ain’t drop not one lil’ snippet (scary!)
i walk through opp blocks laughin’, smirkin’, eatin’ hot fries with my pistol (on god!)
my shorty said chill, but f~ck that sh~t, i’m still on go like a stolen rental (zoom!)
n~ggas be broke and bitter, they mad ’cause i piped that hoe with potential (haha!)
say he got racks? them numbers ain’t real, that boy got cash app rentals (lame!)

[outro]
(slatt, slatt, boom!)
i ain’t tryna talk ‘bout peace, i’m tryna see who bleeds (what?!)
f~ck yo dead homie and the cl!ck he repped, b~tch please (on 63rd!)
yeah! you say sh~t but never do sh~t
that’s the motto, that’s the threat
play dumb, end up wet (bow!)
b~tch!

- lirik lagu rackski 63

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