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BLACK JESUS
Lil Yachty


Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Pull out them racks on a nigga, he's so funny
He talk the most shit, but got no money
Tough on the 'net, but in person, a new Gandhi
Stand on my racks and I'm Mo Bambi
I mean Mo Bamba, and cost a new Honda
I need this with TiTi and with lil' Shonda
I get right, it's on sight for you newcomers
I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners
With the gang out in public, we ho hunters
Kick that bitch out the spot like a team punter
Think it's time I run up me a Bugatti
Got this bitch ridin' dick like a Ducati
Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai
Actin' out for attention, the new guy
Got another lasso, need a new tie
Know some niggas who stuck turn E5
Know some niggas out West bangin' treetop
Made that bitch give me head 'til her knees pop
Switchin' sides on the gang, tryna ease out
Catch you slippin', we knockin' your teeth out
Tryna come down my block, need to reroute
Tryna say all that shit that you talk 'bout
Know it's cap in your rap, you ain't gotta lie
In LA with Zack B, yeah, a nice guy
In LA with Zack B, yeah, at Papis
I'm in Houston, ho hidin' with Tati
I just had me a smooth little ten piece
Run it up
Stick on my back like I'm huntin' up
Yeah, if I love my dollars, they gon' run 'em up
Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall
Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul
I got big guap, big killers, big pieces
She wan' fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis
Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis
Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces
Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures

Nothin' make me more happy than backends
I'm straight in, no signal, them racks in
These new niggas' music is trashcan
He can't feed his fans, so they fastin'
He told 'em that's how he go Muslim
That bitch nigga ain't out hustlin'
I said take a sip, why you guzzlin'?
Give me my damn cup back, nigga
I'm too rich to be out here tusslin'
Boy, they just paid a rack for some 'Tussin
Hope you sick, 'cause that's all that it's good for
I wish that my big brother did more
I pray that my lil' sister live long
Paint the 'Rari all yellow like Armstrong
Got a stock with a stick, it's an arm long
Wow, heard they said I went broke, boy, was they wrong
I just cashed in a check, it's a phone number
Bitch, your ass on the porch like the door number
We gon' track your ass down like LoJack
Why they playin' with me? I need more racks
To the money, I'm runnin' up four flat
This shit right here gon' need four plaques

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall
Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul
I got big guap, big killers, big pieces
She wan' fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis
Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis
Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces
Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures


LIL YACHTY

Miles Parks McCollum (born August 23, 1997), better known as his stage name Lil Yachty, is an American hip hop recording artist from Atlanta, Georgia. Yachty gained recognition for his hit debut singles One Night (Extended) and Minnesota from his debut mixtape Lil Boat in 2016. In February 2016, Yachty debuted as a model in Kanye West's Yeezy Season 3 fashion line at Madison Square Garden. On June 10, 2016 he announced he had signed a joint venture record deal with Quality Control Music, Capitol Records and Motown Records. ... Read More