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Well I mine as well activate And calculate glad to say how much gas In The pack today Don't lack today Sucka niggas gettin wack today High asf I can't crash today You don't ball we see you be da last to play Yea wait Dosilato dosidoe Gelato thirty three Nigga dats dope smoke Yea I like my bitches in pairs Yellow bone shape like a pair Imma just give stare liiiike Gimme dat mama got back I'm bendin dat One hundred sum racks won't fit in dat Whippen dat aye whippen aye Yea dope boy dope boy dope boy Send it back Uh mufucka need mula guap blues pesos Big booty bitch datta do what I say so Yep keep Datstrap in dis biih like django Niggas gone die if I snap like thanos Really get Gutta uh shit Ride wit da Kutter Dat Biih ststststudder For da bread and the butta it's off wit his head And dats on mother I been dat nigga since six grade mobbin through rutledge with switch blades Polish gold chains and I sale it to niggas and they wouldn't even know dat da shit fake Remember them days I was Robbin Remember I ain't have the pack Niggas ain't have ya back Fucking wit Eye Niggas get smoke Like I got cataracts Smoking azmitac Fuck on my bitch Fire up Cadilac I'm in my habitat It's on me um smoking I didn't have to stash da pack Tony Montana my hero Uma villain a minace no hero Hella backwoods they stuff like taquitos I don't love I don't trust on the B tho Back in bitty Um packing the glizzy A pussy play wit me Um off his fitted I been in bama one hundred and nine days turn turning it up in da city Damn I might drown in the sauce To much flavor Purple and yellow and crushed Ice Now my double cup Matching the lakers You ain't doing shit biih where is The haters I got status Didn't t need practice Freaky bitch show dat pussy I didn't pay to see gymnastics I feel great so fantastic Aye respect it or check it I come and correct it To come and collect it Nigga our da slum wreckin Ghetto gospel um da reverine I was on twelfth ave two bells in a back pack Posted wit Wayne Leave niggsas in napsacks If they think they gone clap back Nigga Stay in yo lane Tell moneyk match dat Hit da blunt get flash back Cuz ain't nothing the same Well I mine as well activate And calculate glad to say how much gas In The pack today Don't lack today Sucka niggas gettin wack today High asf I can't crash today You don't ball we see you be da last to play Yea wait Dosilato dosidoe Gelato thirty three Nigga dats dope smoke Yea I like my bitches in pairs Yellow bone shape like a pair Imma just give stare liiiike Gimme dat mama got back I'm bendin dat One hundred sum racks won't fit in dat Whippen dat aye whippen aye Yea dope boy dope boy dope boy Send it back
Writer(s): Steven Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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