| I pull out three blunts lit up
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| Then roll some more because I want
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| Haters can’t get what they want
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| They mad cus they can’t chill with us
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| Little boy can’t come near to us
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| The pressure is to furious
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| She say im too dear to her but
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| I forgot bout who she was
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| All my niggas pullin up so
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| Deep you can’t do nuthin to us
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| Switch it back to me im sitting
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| Back cus they dont bother us
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| Who can say 'who who', I give
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| No fuck bout him or anyone
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| Bitch come fuck with creaking
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| And my emotion dont come visit her.
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| «Hater's gonna hate
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| And Ain’ter’s gonna ain’t.»
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| WHO!
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| Two blunts shawty
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| Here’s one for yo bitch
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| Sike, give it back, I don’t give a hoe shit
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| Bitch front a gram so we know she ain’t shit
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| I don’t give a fuck how a hating nigga feel
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| He thinkin' we broke but
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| That’s a joke, you can sell
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| You club hop while I switch hotels
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| Your shows ain’t shit nigga
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| You don’t even compare
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| I told her come thru, she say im here
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| Gucci ain’t here but she
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| Still say burr
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| TundraMan smoking on
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| That iced out pier
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| Iced out blunt cryin
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| Iced out tears
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| Leave it up to me imma
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| Break this nigga’s spirit
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| TundraBoy, Iceman
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| Literally chilling
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| Boy test me? |
| Better make
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| Sure youre really serious
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| Hollowsquad cutting out of
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| Any niggas feelings you bitch |