| I ain’t sober, you already know
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| Lil' bitch said she like my glow
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| Expensive lean can’t buy my clothes
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| I’m with jayway, smokin on this dro
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| Can’t trust a soul, don’t call me bro
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| Ain’t worried about me, bitch, you like my posts
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| Beat a nigga up just like some toe
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| Tell my bitches do her toes
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| TwinUzis get new clothes
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| Off of these drugs, might have a stroke
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| And this summer, I’m in my glo
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| Take these trips around the globe
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| Got weed all on my fuckin roll but light this bitch up like a stroke
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| And I be geeked up off this dope
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| And they be taking all my flows
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| Getting off probation, fuck my PO
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| Circle small like a Cheerio
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| It’s all well bell like where he go
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| I’m sitting back, counting up these rolls
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| Yeah, he know where his bitch know
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| Just took a Xan, I’m moving slow
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| Gas hit me hard just like a jab
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| I’m smoking on dope, this ain’t no dab
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| I’m looking at broke niggas, I just laugh
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| I’m so shell just like a crab
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| High as fuck, bitch, I’m off of the map
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| This bitch wanna fuck, that ain’t love taps
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| I mix G-Star up with the Gap
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| And these TNs these ain’t Rafs
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| My nigga Goyxrd got this bitch going
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| I’m smoking on woods and I’m just floating
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| I’m takin pills, I don’t know the dosage
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| I need my space like I need some storage
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| don’t wanna discourage
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| In this world, girl, you gotta have courage
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| I need guap, baby girl, I’ma cherish
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| Prada slippers and them bitches furry
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| I ain’t sober, you already know
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| Lil' bitch said she like my glow
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| Expensive lean can’t buy my clothes
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| I’m with jayway, smokin on this dro
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| Can’t trust a soul, don’t call me bro
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| Worried about me, bitch, you like my posts
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| Beat a nigga up just like some toe
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| Twin bitches do her toes
|
| TwinUzis get new clothes
|
| Off of these drugs, might have a stroke
|
| And this summer, I’m in my glow
|
| Take these trips around the globe
|
| Got weed all on my fuckin roll but light this bitch up like a stroke
|
| And I be geeked up off this dope
|
| And they be taking all my flows
|
| Getting off probation, fuck my PO
|
| Circle small like a Cheerio
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| It’s all well bell like where he go
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| I’m sitting back, counting up these rolls
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| Yeah, he know where his bitch know
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| Just took a Xan, I’m moving slow |