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Yeah
H l y
You know what it is
Pumpin gas
And stankin opps
You know we blow it up
When I take it from the top
Whole room fulla green
When we fillin up the box
Lip burnin, wood bake
Whole crew got a cough
Pour up the texas tea
I got it in my lemonade
Whole lotta r and d
Conversatin bout
The life we made
Pull up with the team
In a smooth limozine
Got the bud
Got the lean
And a thot
She a freak
In the bed
In the sheets
I'm a grade a machine
In the hood
On the streets
Im a
An even deadlier machine
Nice drop top got
The candy paint on it
If the fans show up
We gon let it rain on em
Ot said we gon
Put the pain on em
So pull up to dirty bay
Let it spray fo em
If the funk don't smoke
Get the fuck up hoe
Never smoke that cheap
Only sticky and dro
Stompin ruskis, backwoods
Got me sayin suka blyatt hoe
Get slapped like a eighth should
Yeah the icky got me feel good
If the funk don't smoke
Get the fuck up hoe
Never smoke that cheap
Only sticky and dro
Stompin ruskis, backwoods
Got me sayin suka blyatt hoe
Get slapped like a eighth should
Yeah the icky got me feel good
Pumpin gas
And stankin opps
You know we blow it up
When I take it from the top
Whole room fulla green
When we fillin up the box
Lip burnin, wood bake
Whole crew got a cough
Pour up the texas tea
Got it in my lemonade
Whole lotta r and d
Conversatin bout the life we made