We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Yeah stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
Yeah that could fit my schedule
Yeah
If they see the carnage they gonna be like what happened here
Yeah
We up over that way yeah we up in the hills
Yeah
Counting all this gwala she want it all for the thrill
Yeah
I be tryna cram yeah I be tryna drill
Yeah
She be on some trash make that bitch pop a pill
I'm at home counting up thats netflix and chill
I got gold on but I don't rock no grill
Aye
Mouth piece on if the bloods gotta spill
Told her I like catching bodies I'm not into catching feels
We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Yeah stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
Yeah that could fit my schedule
I don't know them cats little man I'm a big dog
The hills is haunted too it ain't halloween but I got my mask on
It's Rico Santino Mr. I like too stack my bread tall
Yeah
I like a girl to throe it to me quick like a fast ball
Yeah
She know I burn through gas like a nascar
Light up in the booth like I'm charizard
Yeah
Wearing all this gold thats my dads fault
Yeah
I put five ten twenty bands in a vault
Yeah I love all my bitches treat em equal though
Yeah they tryna clone the kid there ain't no sequel though
Yeah
It get slimey it get sleek you already snow
I swear the hills is haunted to I think I'm seeing ghost
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We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Yeah stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
Yeah that could fit my schedule
Yeah
If they see the carnage they gonna be like what happened here
Yeah
We up over that way yeah we up in the hills
Yeah
Counting all this gwala she want it all for the thrill
Yeah
I be tryna cram yeah I be tryna drill
Yeah
She be on some trash make that bitch pop a pill
I'm at home counting up thats netflix and chill
I got gold on but I don't rock no grill
Aye
Mouth piece on if the bloods gotta spill
Told her I like catching bodies I'm not into catching feels
We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Yeah stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
Yeah that could fit my schedule
I don't know them cats little man I'm a big dog
The hills is haunted too it ain't halloween but I got my mask on
It's Rico Santino Mr. I like too stack my bread tall
Yeah
I like a girl to throe it to me quick like a fast ball
Yeah
She know I burn through gas like a nascar
Light up in the booth like I'm charizard
Yeah
Wearing all this gold thats my dads fault
Yeah
I put five ten twenty bands in a vault
Yeah I love all my bitches treat em equal though
Yeah they tryna clone the kid there ain't no sequel though
Yeah
It get slimey it get sleek you already snow
I swear the hills is haunted to I think I'm seeing ghost
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Yeah stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
Yeah that could fit my schedule
Yeah
If they see the carnage they gonna be like what happened here
Yeah
We up over that way yeah we up in the hills
Yeah
Counting all this gwala she want it all for the thrill
Yeah
I be tryna cram yeah I be tryna drill
Yeah
She be on some trash make that bitch pop a pill
I'm at home counting up thats netflix and chill
I got gold on but I don't rock no grill
Aye
Mouth piece on if the bloods gotta spill
Told her I like catching bodies I'm not into catching feels
We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Yeah stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
Yeah that could fit my schedule
I don't know them cats little man I'm a big dog
The hills is haunted too it ain't halloween but I got my mask on
It's Rico Santino Mr. I like too stack my bread tall
Yeah
I like a girl to throe it to me quick like a fast ball
Yeah
She know I burn through gas like a nascar
Light up in the booth like I'm charizard
Yeah
Wearing all this gold thats my dads fault
Yeah
I put five ten twenty bands in a vault
Yeah I love all my bitches treat em equal though
Yeah they tryna clone the kid there ain't no sequel though
Yeah
It get slimey it get sleek you already snow
I swear the hills is haunted to I think I'm seeing ghost
Writer: RICO SANTINO QUINONES
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