| I be sipping lean straight from Texas
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| My niggas be wilin, they wreckless
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| I’m hot, I might fry your direction
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| The pistol is on me but that’s for protection
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| I pop at you
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| I jump over obstacles
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| I’m smoking that strong, yeah my weed is so powerful
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| I cannot see you with brand new binoculars
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| You just pollution and I am too popular
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| Kick in your door, yeah my hitters they popping up
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| Smoking that Green Light so nothing is stopping us
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| I’m dropping the top on the bitch so it’s topless
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| Smoking all day but I’m not Rastafarian
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| I just took your bitch to the crib now we partying
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| Gave her some water so she can put Molly in
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| And I came alone but the Glock be my guardian
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| Won’t fight no niggas, I leave that to Spartacus
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| And I’m leaving Earth, I ain’t coming back
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| You smoking Reggie and I blow that Thraxx
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| I’m calling the plug like I need the pack
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| I’m serving the fees and they double back
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| I’m dressed like a killa I’m rocking all black
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| Finna kill shit
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| Hit the kill switch
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| On my Kill Bill shit
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| I’m a shark in the water, you a goldfish
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| I got new niggas hating on my old shit
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| And I got it on my own I don’t owe shit
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| Lean with the Sprite, that’s the turn up potion
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| I be getting wavy now she wet like the ocean
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| I be blowing gas, don’t care what you smoking
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| I swear to God you a little nigga
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| Every time I roll the blunt it get a little bigger
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| Backwood Gang, don’t do the Swisher
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| I smoked out probably with your sister
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| My bitch look like a perfect picture
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| I’m on my grown man shit, you can call me mister
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| I pull up, weed loud as my speaker
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| Now your bitch wanna fuck 'cause she loving the features
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| I ball hard, you just sit on the bleachers
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| On the way to the money, never late to a meeting
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| Gold teeth in my mouth when I’m speaking
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| Gotta roll up outside because my weed be reeking |