| Just smokin' on
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| I’ll keep ridin' solo and smokin' weed with these bad bitches
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| And I saw them niggas
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| Brr
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| You still gon' know, you feel me?
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| Ease up, eighteen hundred
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| Keepin' it fashion
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| It was two in the mornin', keepin' it G was the motive
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| If you got heat, let me hold it
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| If you know me, I’m a stoner
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| If you know me, I’m a soldier
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| So I hopped in the room
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| I seen that bitch was a ten
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| I don’t think you understand
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| She was just lookin' for love
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| I was just lookin' for friends
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| Lil G be tatted and thugged up
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| We know 'em from L. A to London
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| We know from the gang and junctions
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| Fuck it, let’s blaze it 'cause I can’t function
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| If you got to work on my celly
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| Send it to Palm Springs by Coachella
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| I wanna smoke and watch good fellas
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| I wanna talk like I did it in Dallas (Yeah, yeah)
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| Hollowtips and Louis V’s, I’m dangerous (I'm dangerous)
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| Fronter play with me, bitch, you got the gang fucked up (Bitch, you got the
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| gang fucked up)
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| AK on my hips, what they labeled us (It's what they labeled us)
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| All these hoes with me, but she my favorite one (Yeah)
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| I ain’t really trippin' on it, I’ma do it how I want it
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| What’s a mob to a king when you come from the gutter?
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| Still got blessin' of the eighteen summer
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| And these hoes don’t love it 'til the wrist get flooded
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| Cash money comin' in like |