Lyrics

He finna run Don't got a gun I can do some damage But I'm trynna have Some fun Baby stripping naked And I'm just trynna Use the tongue Smoking on this wood swear I'm fucking up my lungs Just Trynna be a goat I ain't never had to tote Them bitches talking Crazy I always took that's as A joke Lord give em hope They ain't never brought the Smoke Fucking up the bag I swear they use to being broke My uncle he a legend Yeah you know we rock The seven If he went down He'll be shooting shit From heaven Tear this bitch down Cause the 2nd 911 Baby look around I been looking For a blessing Ima have to go If you gone have A gal stressing Messing with the one Don't be slowing my Progression Ain't no tapping out Once gang join The session We trynna eat Know we steppin Aye He finna run Don't got a gun I can do some damage But I'm trynna have Some fun Baby stripping naked And I'm just trynna Use the tongue Smoking on this wood swear I'm fucking up my lungs Just Trynna be a goat I ain't never had to tote Them bitches talking Crazy I always took that's as A joke Lord give em hope They ain't never brought the Smoke Fucking up the bag I swear they use to being broke
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