| Man, fuck these niggas
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| Man, fuck these hoes
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| T just roll a big long blunt
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| I smoke that bitch till it’s Muggsy Bogues
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| I ain’t got time for that bitch shit
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| Glock, automatic, no stick shift
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| My girl pussy bigger than pig lips
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| My blunts last longer than friendships
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| Man, I was on my skateboard
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| It ain’t trickin' if you got it I’ll pay for it
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| Hol' up, wait for it
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| Ketchup, like fake blood
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| My own funeral I’m late for it
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| Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood
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| I’m fresh out the can I’m canned goods
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| Two handguns, my hands full
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| I’m young ill and so mean
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| I’m one pill from OD’ing
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| I’m high hoe, my eyes low like Korean’s
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| I pulled up on that
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| Thuggin', bumping Golf Wang
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| Bitch, I’m higher than Eddie Cane
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| Tunechi I can have everything |