| Ridin' through my hood lookin' for them bitches
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| Smokin' on dope as I hit them switches
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| Deuce Deuce tucked in a young nigga britches
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| Mind on my money but a murder came wit it
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| Thinkin' that a young black man gotta get it
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| Reefer in my blunt man I swear I gotta hit it
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| Wanted to stop but a nigga can’t quit it
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| Left out the club but his bitch came with me
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| Crazy shit huh? |
| Chris Travis for you dummies
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| Sippin' codeine got me feelin' like a zombie
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| Poppin' them pills got me feelin' kinda funny
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| Chris Fuckin' Travis and yo ho wanna fuck me
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| But I’m just chillin' we can fuck in the morning
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| Smokin' on mids when my dank gets boring
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| My bitch on my side keep a young nigga soaring
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| Fuck wit a nigga just ride with me
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| And roll somthin' up get high with me
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| Only real niggas in the sky with me
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| Now vibe to this hypnotizin' shit
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| Girl shut up you better ride this dick
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| Hoes on my dick cause they know a nigga steezin'
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| Kush so loud man it got a nigga sneezin'
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| If yo bitch left then nigga I’m the reason
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| Smokin' on packs ashin' on a bitch cleavage
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| Full of them drugs as I’m ridin' through the night
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| Codeine in my cup got a nigga fellin' right
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| Pretty bitch on my side and she on that shit tonight
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| Take her back to my crib my nigga its only right |