| She diggin' in the ash tray 'cause she a doobie smoker
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| Jumpin' out this red Rari with this Super Soaker
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| Wheelchair can’t save you, niggas’ll push you over
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| Sour Patch inside this wood, got a different odor
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| Ay, cussin' out my bitch, hardly ever sober
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| I be cussin' out my nigga, he done sold the blower (Theodork)
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| Suckers out here loafin', we gon' blow his motor
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| Old ass trey five seven, you guys deserve a holster
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| Post to poke him in the pen but you ain’t get the kite
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| It ain’t no option when you bangin', bitch, this shit for life (Pebbles)
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| Wockesha and lil' Trisha got me missin' flights
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| I’m finna blow down on this hoe, I think she in the heights
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| Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, «Slide through»
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| Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too
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| Ay, all my niggas trained to go on sight
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| Choppa with double D’s, drop the low and you iced
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| You slidin' with you yeekie, I slither with mine too
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| Cubicles in your Carti, it’s glitter in mine too
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| Now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck
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| For the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, nigga huh
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| Free Scalene, I’ll never buy a bitch Celine
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| Dopest nigga out my jurisdiction out of me and Skeem
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| Cha-ching, yeah, that’s the chicken callin'
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| Them little fiddles that you owe me, I ain’t trippin' off it
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| She sprinkle powder on her nipple, I’m a sniff it off it
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| 100 G’s for all them P’s, I’m finna get it off 'em, yeah
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| I’m sippin' often, that’s the only thing that heal a nigga
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| You better not cry 'bout my death until you kill a nigga
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| Wolfin' on the Mozzy, you for real, my nigga?
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| Like I ain’t put a chain around you when you came around me
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| You ain’t gon squeeze when it get greasy, you can’t hang around me
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| We never loafin', rather play the bounty, on Pebbles
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| Suckers lookin' for me, then tell 'em to, «Slide through»
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| Turned lil' dootie to a doobie, them pussies can die too
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| Ay, all my niggas trained to go on sight
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| Choppa with double D’s, drop the low and you iced
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| You slidin' with you yeekie, I slither with mine too
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| Cubicles in your Carti, it’s glitter in mine too
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| Now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck
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| For the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, nigga huh |