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Cyrax Too Late

[Intro]
EarlOnTheBeat

[Hook]
If he movin shady then I'm shootin first lil nigga get back
This world too crazy n I Ain't goin out sad boy I'm finna be strapped
I know they hate me cause I done came up and did this shit on my own
But they can't phase me cause Im finna level up and Ima stay in my zone

Ima count up this cash every day
Do not talk I dont care what u say
I done came up and did it my way
Ima throw up these racks in they face
Yea yo hoe gettin slayed Im f..ckin this bitch i ain't going on dates
Yea We finna get paid I get this shit quick and these niggas to late

Ima count up this cash every day
Do not talk I dont care what u say
I done came up and did it my way
Ima throw up these racks in they face
Yea yo hoe gettin slayed Im f..ckin this bitch i ain't going on dates
Yea We finna get paid I get this shit quick and these niggas to late

[Verse]
Came in with a stick come and test me
Never slip cause I'm up no resting
She wan lick up all this nut like dressing
Had to dip before she try to arrest me
Ima go stack this guap with my friends
I look out for my bro cause we twins
We gon stick to the plan and go win
f..ck riding I'm flyin away
No hiding we slidin today
U know me and my niggas don't play
If i pull out this strap im gone spray
Moving fast ain't no slowing down
No time to bring these hoes around
They talk but I don't hear them sounds
I know these niggas wanna see me dead
I know my family wanna see me ball
I'm just tryna go and get this bread
Came a long way from postin up in dat hall
Stackin this money way tall
I remember this shit was so small
I kept going and gave it my all
I'm still flowing like a water fall

[Hook]
If he movin shady then I'm shootin first lil nigga get back
This world too crazy n I Ain't goin out sad boy I'm finna be strapped
I know they hate me cause I done came up and did this shit on my own
But they can't phase me cause Im finna level up and Ima stay in my zone

Ima count up this cash every day
Do not talk I dont care what u say
I done came up and did it my way
Ima throw up these racks in they face
Yea yo hoe gettin slayed Im f..ckin this bitch i ain't going on dates
Yea We finna get paid I get this shit quick and these niggas to late

Ima count up this cash every day
Do not talk I dont care what u say
I done came up and did it my way
Ima throw up these racks in they face
Yea yo hoe gettin slayed Im f..ckin this bitch i ain't going on dates
Yea We finna get paid I get this shit quick and these niggas to late


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