[Intro]
Nah sayin’! That bitch was too crazy
Met that bitch off the block tho (real shit)
Bye bye! Bye bye!

[Chorus]
I miss the days when I stayed out the way
I left the bitch, hadda leave with a bang
Outside steady be plyin’ that pain — you not for me, you not in my range

Diamonds on diamonds, bags on bags — I bought for you, ungrateful bitch
I hadda leave that hoe, she do too much — lil’ nigga, I hate that shit

Easily replaceable — you’re easily replaceable

[Verse 1]
We in that crib, we argue ‘bout nun — I’m startin’ think you argue for fun
Your clothes on you, it cost a ton — your clothes on you, where you get that from?

This bitch — think she the prize
This bitch — playin’ with lies

You ain’t the wave, you just ridin’ the tide
I leveled up, you just stuck on the side
Money keep stackin’, my pockets get wide
You still in place while I’m takin’ a ride

I’m in that field while you still on the line
I’m pushin’ forward, you stuck in your pride
I’m countin’ wins while you countin’ ya tries

My circle solid, can’t let out the spies
M-my circle solid, can’t let out the spies

[Chorus]
I miss the days when I stayed out the way
I left the bitch, hadda leave with a bang
Outside steady be plyin’ that pain — you not for me, you not in my range

Diamonds on diamonds, bags on bags — I bought for you, ungrateful bitch
I hadda leave that hoe, she do too much — lil’ nigga, I hate that shit

Easily replaceable — you’re easily replaceable

Easily Replaceable Prod StanTheKid

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, I’m so damn horny
I’ma fuck my racks and make my pockets pregnant
(Make my pockets pregnant!)

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page
I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

[Verse 1]
I hadda double it down — double the racks (yeah), double the pay
This nigga dumb as a bitch, he ain’t makin’ no money, goddamn, he ain’t got the cake

And I’m off the wake-up (oh my, my) — how the fuck am I gon’ make racks today?
Am I gon’ hit play? Am I gon’ hit that lay?
I’m tryna strike sumn, I’m tryna hawk sumn down

I feel like TB12 — I’m good in that pocket, lil’ bitch, I’m good in that field
If she ain’t givin’ brain, can’t be no trick, lil’ baby, I’m keepin’ it real
Fuck that bitch one time, then passed to bro — it’s alley-ooper-ville

Alley-oop to bro like he wore 3
Makin’ racks is easy — make that racks like 1-2

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page

I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

No Way Prod 15drtt

vladdy (@vlxdnem)