[Intro: Rob Davis]
That bitch she big mad
I’m counting big stacks
I’m talkin blue bills
You better move back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
[Verse: 1 Ti Steele]
We gettin' racks in a hazardous way
Invest in the craft and put tracks on display
Gang on the way and they'll blast you away
Bitches got powder up all on they face
Invading your space and she empty your safe
She don't leave a trace, bring the racks to our place
We laugh in your face pathetic and weak
Get checked in the street I'm ashin' my weed
On your new release get paid from the streams
But viеws isn't nothing to me, views isn't nothing to me
Only need greenbacks racks in thе G-Wag
My bitches won't rat, snitches get toe tagged
I'll push your wig back all for the big stacks
I need a big bag, I'll get his bitch ass
Problems we dead that take and don't give back
Toxic we been that
Spent a rack, but i flipped it it's comin back
Just copped a pack, high as hell got me dancin' like Michael Jack'
My nigga buff like a quarterback
Dumped my old nigga 'cause he feelin' too attached
And I'm drivin' 'round the city yeah
'Round the city got my niggas wit me, jumpin' out the hooptie
Bitches showing boobies, my life like a movie
Chillin in the two seat, wit a fuckin doobie hangin out my mouth
Yellin': "Murder gang, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, murder gang, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
[Verse 2: Felitos]
Really bad at goodbyes so I’m splitting my eyes so the third can arise
Lift me off of these lies, let our brothers catch a stride
We want the grand so you can keep the prize
We put the merch in the purse of your mom
And those guys who got the satchels by they sides
Whether purse or a satchel, the bags are substantial
The weather been stormy they horny for scandals
But they really reading us thinking they handled
The levels of toxicity in a handful of what we do
There’s no redo your see through sir
But we do see people really reppin' our shirts
We already put on shirts, but not gonna rest till our piece been heard
They tryna toss they dirt over the name of the crew that’s berserk
But we’ve already been toxic
With enough supporters for the mosh pit
Ready to burn down The Roxy, got 'em asking when you dropping
[Chorus: Ti Steele]
And I'm drivin' wit the crew
Smokin’, vibin’, who the fuck are you?
We’ll run yo jaw, it's a toxic boy flaw
Fuck 12, go to hell, Toxic Boys above the law
[Verse 3: Elvisious]
Put racks in my bag now, no I cannot back down
They study our tracks now, we covered some fairground
This shit isn't fair now, sir, I let my hair down
You just let your bitch down
I'm making her mine now i tell her to lay down
Put a rack on her ribs and tell her don't miscount
You see how we switch styles
Fresh out the mud pile and it's been a long while
But shit’ll get real wild when pull a uhhh
Nah you couldn't see me if this shit was 3D
You know this a movie, I got me groupie inside a jacuzzi
A one piece, like Luffy no two piece, she love me
I hate her, I fuck her, won't date her
On snap like a gator, yo, go tell the waiter
I need me some racks not referencing hangers
I'm colder then refrigerators you buggin'
But act like you buzzin', cicadas
I'm careless, I swear it I leave you embarrassed
A headshot, a deadshot, while I'm running errands
I wouldn't even buy his persona if it was clearance
The lucid opps got it, but, who is surprised, bitch
[Chorus: Ti Steele]
And I'm drivin' wit the crew
Smokin’, vibin’, who the fuck are you?
We’ll run yo jaw, it's a toxic boy flaw
Fuck 12, go to hell, Toxic Boys above the law
[Outro: Rob Davis]
That bitch she big mad
I’m counting big stacks
I’m talkin blue bills
You better move back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
That bitch she big mad
I’m counting big stacks
I’m talkin blue bills
You better move back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
[Verse: 1 Ti Steele]
We gettin' racks in a hazardous way
Invest in the craft and put tracks on display
Gang on the way and they'll blast you away
Bitches got powder up all on they face
Invading your space and she empty your safe
She don't leave a trace, bring the racks to our place
We laugh in your face pathetic and weak
Get checked in the street I'm ashin' my weed
On your new release get paid from the streams
But viеws isn't nothing to me, views isn't nothing to me
Only need greenbacks racks in thе G-Wag
My bitches won't rat, snitches get toe tagged
I'll push your wig back all for the big stacks
I need a big bag, I'll get his bitch ass
Problems we dead that take and don't give back
Toxic we been that
Spent a rack, but i flipped it it's comin back
Just copped a pack, high as hell got me dancin' like Michael Jack'
My nigga buff like a quarterback
Dumped my old nigga 'cause he feelin' too attached
And I'm drivin' 'round the city yeah
'Round the city got my niggas wit me, jumpin' out the hooptie
Bitches showing boobies, my life like a movie
Chillin in the two seat, wit a fuckin doobie hangin out my mouth
Yellin': "Murder gang, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, murder gang, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt"
[Verse 2: Felitos]
Really bad at goodbyes so I’m splitting my eyes so the third can arise
Lift me off of these lies, let our brothers catch a stride
We want the grand so you can keep the prize
We put the merch in the purse of your mom
And those guys who got the satchels by they sides
Whether purse or a satchel, the bags are substantial
The weather been stormy they horny for scandals
But they really reading us thinking they handled
The levels of toxicity in a handful of what we do
There’s no redo your see through sir
But we do see people really reppin' our shirts
We already put on shirts, but not gonna rest till our piece been heard
They tryna toss they dirt over the name of the crew that’s berserk
But we’ve already been toxic
With enough supporters for the mosh pit
Ready to burn down The Roxy, got 'em asking when you dropping
[Chorus: Ti Steele]
And I'm drivin' wit the crew
Smokin’, vibin’, who the fuck are you?
We’ll run yo jaw, it's a toxic boy flaw
Fuck 12, go to hell, Toxic Boys above the law
[Verse 3: Elvisious]
Put racks in my bag now, no I cannot back down
They study our tracks now, we covered some fairground
This shit isn't fair now, sir, I let my hair down
You just let your bitch down
I'm making her mine now i tell her to lay down
Put a rack on her ribs and tell her don't miscount
You see how we switch styles
Fresh out the mud pile and it's been a long while
But shit’ll get real wild when pull a uhhh
Nah you couldn't see me if this shit was 3D
You know this a movie, I got me groupie inside a jacuzzi
A one piece, like Luffy no two piece, she love me
I hate her, I fuck her, won't date her
On snap like a gator, yo, go tell the waiter
I need me some racks not referencing hangers
I'm colder then refrigerators you buggin'
But act like you buzzin', cicadas
I'm careless, I swear it I leave you embarrassed
A headshot, a deadshot, while I'm running errands
I wouldn't even buy his persona if it was clearance
The lucid opps got it, but, who is surprised, bitch
[Chorus: Ti Steele]
And I'm drivin' wit the crew
Smokin’, vibin’, who the fuck are you?
We’ll run yo jaw, it's a toxic boy flaw
Fuck 12, go to hell, Toxic Boys above the law
[Outro: Rob Davis]
That bitch she big mad
I’m counting big stacks
I’m talkin blue bills
You better move back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
If you walk right out that door you cannot come back
( Elvisious & Z W )
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