Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix
You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I don't really give a fuck
We bursting doors like we just showed up
We fight then we have make up sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
But then we would make-up
I know you're mad, but so what
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
We never ever growin up
My repents are stacked up like needle pins
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains
We can fuck up our brains
Stacks is stacked up, my grammar is slacked up,
Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck
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