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Ayy, proceed to dunk, my flame is up, to light my blunt I gives no fuck, like Trump and such Can't kill the Stanleys, think I'm shit and I will steady flip Bodybag a bitch, drag the bitch Boost the Lambo', hit another bitch, I'm losin' it I roll out the Wards you thought you beat last night Yo' packs ain't stinking right, not moving right, trust in my pipe Fucking rockheads stole my skill saw knife Probably killin', willin' to catch a million Body this slut from Brazil and shit, pussy bald like Krillin Draggin' my balls across her chin and shit Feels like I'm fucking caged in! Straight outta bed, outta meds Outta lead, to blow the fucking back of my head out! Get the fuck from 'round me, I get no pleasure from drama Before you ask for money, first, let me get an accountant They say, "More money, more problems" But problems is not an option Got off the dope got suboxone Went from toxin to toxin, went from lethal to legal Turning people to junkies, so now they look at me funny, huh Eight bar shawty, let the dragon chew Pop a band and then unzip a bag or two, lick a hit of acid Hit a lick, I'm packing rags and tools Traffic crashes, looking chromatic, I'm back in rags and jewels Gag and drool (ayy), yo' bitch think I'm a savage too Smoke a pack, I know it's bad for you Let my lungs go black, I'll hack up another track or two "Why you mad?" Bitch, I ain't mad at you Ruby da Cherry, I'm scoopin' the berry The coupe full of boos that's about to get buried, fuck yo' attitude
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Jerry Antoine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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