| Smoking on this killa, I’m sipping on some’ing good
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| Comin down in some’ing candy, and I’m grippin on some’ing wood
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| I’m leaning and feeling good, man a nigga too gone
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| Moving slow like cars, going through a school zone
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| Kyleon, got the drank in the mix again
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| And he blowing on them hydro, sticks again
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| With a nice dime yellow bone, bitch again
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| Finna open her mouth pull it out, and stick it in
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| I know they like the way them non-stoppers, twist and spin
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| The way they make all the young boppers, throw fits and grin
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| No fifths of Henn, cause my niggas don’t like getting drunk
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| We like firing the blunts, and we like getting crunk
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| So open and cock the pump, in your mask and push ya
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| And punk you suckas, like Ashton Kutcher
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| And let bullets get in your head, like Aspirin nigga
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| I’m a Boss Hogg Outlaw, if you asking nigga
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| You better show some respect, when I’m passing nigga
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| Before I have ya ass, hundred yard dashing nigga
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| I’ma use my shit, if I’m flashing nigga
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| Pull the trigga, and put one up in your fashion nigga
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| (*scratching*) |