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Said this a hit of liquid
Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an
Blow the smoke of the spliff in your
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent on my side
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher in my headband
page news, I'm young Jesus
Eating with no cable on
Been fucking hoes when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and Earl weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony
Don't back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a
Pittsburgh, down somewhere in a Fisker
I could pull bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only cause she love that though
Somewhere getting high reading
I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple
Hotel lobbies playing Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she at me
I said Josh's beard is like Paul
When he walk in the it's like God is here
I'm at a prop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the nigga
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the where that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
I don't, never love a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your cowgirl's riding
a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low villian
van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own case as a one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
Riding with them same niggas blunts
While that bass make his like he mad or somethin'
in the safe, take the cash and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
Took the big toe so they the tongue
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
more smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I hold
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these
Living it's '62
and grip my genitals
My to split the swisher
My niggas the residuals

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron we pill pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill open