| Too damn high, whatchu' call that?
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| Sorry that I took my time to call back
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| I don’t wanna spend time with your family
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| Cause I’m afraid I’ll run my mouth and start rambling, wait
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| I know that your dad doesn’t like me
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| High-key
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| Cocaine stains on my Nikes
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| Gucci on my neck it’s gold lightning
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| Just ignore that
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| Seven-headed snake, whatchu' call that?
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| Bleeding like an open scar
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| Lost a little money, made it all back
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| Luckily I work this hard
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| Vision kinda blurry, whatchu call that?
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| Might’ve hit the blunt too hard
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| I can’t feel my god damn face
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| Grip the wheel if I drive too fast
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| Smile and see the gold teeth
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| Gold rings on my fingers make your face bleed
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| Hide up in the hills pop a seal under palm trees
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| Feel the land slide, then I lose my damn mind
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| I know that your brother wants to fight me
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| High-key
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| Gucci knuckles so I hit him lightly
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| If you wanna talk, do it nicely
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| Or don’t call back
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| Tell me whatchu' call that
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| Seven-headed snake, whatchu' call that?
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| Bleed it like an open scar
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| Lost a little money, made it all back
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| Luckily I work this hard
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| Vision kinda blurry, whatchu call that?
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| Might’ve hit the blunt too hard
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| I can’t feel my god damn face
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| Grip the wheel if I drive too fast
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| Vision kinda blurry, whatchu call that?
|
| Might’ve hit the blunt too hard
|
| I can’t feel my god damn face
|
| Grip the wheel if I drive too fast
|
| Seven-headed snake, whatchu' call that?
|
| Bleed it like an open scar
|
| Lost a little money, made it all back
|
| Luckily I work this hard
|
| Vision kinda blurry, whatchu call that?
|
| Might’ve hit the blunt too hard
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| I can’t feel my god damn face
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| Grip the wheel if I drive too fast |