| WoodOnTheBeat
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| I’m sippin' on prescription, I ain’t got a subscription, oh-oh-oh
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| L462 gang
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| I’m sippin' on prescription and I ain’t got a subscription
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| Perc 30s in addition, I’m high out of this dimension
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| The back on my transmission, remember ridin' in Civics
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| But now I’m really livin', trunk in the front, bitch, I’m whippin'
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| I might take a trip to Saks because I ran up my bag
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| So much purple in my cup 'cause I’m in love with sippin' Act'
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| Bein' broke, I can’t go back, had to get on the right track
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| Now when bad hoes in my phone, I hit decline and don’t hit back
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| I been doin' what I’m doin, but no, I ain’t ever losin'
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| They told me that they ridin', but I can’t recall 'em cruisin'
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| I tried to fuck with bad hoes, but them hoes was always choosin'
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| But now they see my income, I’m the one they scared of losin'
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| Keep that mop on me like cleaners in case the opps try come clean up
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| Got racks like I’m Serena, told my old bitch I don’t need her
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| Imagine being up, now I am no longer a dreamer
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| And labels hit my phone, but I act like I got no ringer
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| I’m sippin' on prescription and I ain’t got a subscription
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| Perc 30s in addition, I’m high out of this dimension
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| The back on my transmission, remember ridin' in Civics
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| But now I’m really livin', trunk in the front, bitch, I’m whippin'
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| I might take a trip to Saks because I ran up my bag
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| So much purple in my cup 'cause I’m in love with sippin' Act'
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| Bein' broke, I can’t go back, had to get on the right track
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| Now when bad hoes in my phone, I hit decline and don’t hit back
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| It was thot hoes, now I’m fuckin' with a redbone
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| She gon' give me brain until her head gone
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| Then I treat her like she average, make her head home
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| 'Cause I’m right back to the stu, «Drew, where the headphones?»
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| I must admit that life got better, no deal, but I still got cheddar
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| Mama did her best to keep me safe, so she gettin' whatever
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| I make money with no effort, and spend money just for pleasure
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| Go to sleep when I’m off pressure, and send packs off like a letter
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| I’m sippin' on prescription and I ain’t got a subscription
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| Perc 30s in addition, I’m high out of this dimension
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| The back on my transmission, remember ridin' in Civics
|
| But now I’m really livin', trunk in the front, bitch, I’m whippin'
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| I might take a trip to Saks because I ran up my bag
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| So much purple in my cup 'cause I’m in love with sippin' Act'
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| Bein' broke, I can’t go back, had to get on the right track
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| Now when bad hoes in my phone, I hit decline and don’t hit back
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| I hit decline and don’t hit back
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| I just got a bag, so I’m gon' go drop that at Saks
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| Lil' nigga get money, swear I’m stackin' up on racks
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| And if I get a pack, you know I’ll flip that shit like that, oh |