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High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating, yeah High as hell on Damn, Danny High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating yams, sipping Wock' Went from lil' dawg to walking 'round with the biggest knot From a place where titi'll spend her last to get some rocks Fully switch on it, you can't tell that this bitch a Glock Every time I fell, I got up and went two times harder Every time I lost, I sat back and thought two times smarter Unky in the kitchen, he a chemist, making lines harder Upgraded to them Demons, we don't really drive Chargers But I might Scat Pack it, in a different tax bracket One night OT, fucked around and Louis backpacked it Profile crazy, finna go get jack active Teamwork makes the dream work, tell yo mans pass it Banana Backwood, it's a opp in this bitch Seen him out in traffic, fucked around and knocked him out the whip Dub on my neck, watch by the brick Five thousand dollar fit, to the socks, I'ma drip Doors do that suicide shit, I'm hopping out the Tesla Green Nike tech, cutter on me, popping out like Zelda Can't do the Spirit, I'm too bougie, hopping off the Delta Yo mans down, fucked up, how you not gon' help him? Muddy-ass cup, witchcraft, do the pop like Salem Left the dubs and fifties at the crib, got a knot of Franklins Fluke plates on the Striker, hit the spot and change 'em In the jungle with some beasts, promise that you not gon' tame 'em Unfuckwithable, I'm feeling like I'm Ray Woke up tryna make some hustle music, feeling like I'm Pay Fuck a vest, .223s ripping through yo diamond chains Up before the birds, phone chirping, you can't find a play Talk about y'all wet? Boy, my bitch got more drip than y'all Not to mention I'll spend a fifty when I hit the mall StanWill'll up the Glockyana if you piss him off Why the fuck you say yo Rollie real? That bitch ticking, dawg Unky getting sauce from Colombia, Medellín Seven 201s, self-scanning, boy, that's seven pings So much chicken on me, would've thought I'm selling wings 2022 drop top, you ain't felt this breeze Yo whole crew pouring green, y'all the Celtics team Two thousand dollars just to loan on the belt and jeans Hunnid Backwoods, I done fucked up my health this week I ain't talking 'bout a can of Goya, unky selling beans Running off? 7.62s gon' melt his feet Exotic pop, Wockhardt, and za, I might belch and wheeze Bitch want some money? These nuts like the Welven meme If you ain't up a milli', it ain't shit you should be telling me Good in the hood, bitch, I'm somewhere where the felons be The word on these European sneaks could be in spelling bees Overlapping comp', I can't let 'em get ahead of me Eighty dollar eighthy, you can't this shit for ten a G I be scamming, brodie with the, down in Tennessee From the three I get like Wardell Spot up on the corner, send yo big homie towards Hell Tried to lock us out? Kicked it down till the door fell Might lose a game in this series, never four L's 2022, I want a froze watch on both wrists And I'm hitting Hutch to upgrade the rose gold kit Not to mention that the white buffs make my nose drip Need yo ass beat, walking 'round in them bold kits Cream soda dreams, fell asleep off a four of yeah Nah, for real, pour a one of this? You gon' go to bed If I put my BIN in this song then I'm going fed Could get ten jacks off a Pro or do a show instead Working like a ese, getting gifts, Feliz Navidad Vanilla five hunnid each one, I ain't gotta rob Six figures off of shit talking, I ain't got a job Online with more punches than a fucking octagon Six star wanted level, live a GTA life I was scamming, you was tryna get yo GPA right Punch God walked through, they thought Jesus came twice Road running late, ain't stopping till I see some daylight Lyrics too damn hard, even Genius ain't right Old Tron was off noodles, I ain't see a steak bite Talking 'bout you in the deep? Ain't even seen a great white Kicked out of recess 'cause I never seemed to play right Huh, I was a bad kid Rap a lil' too fast, stopped doing ad-libs But, shit, it ain't my fault they can't keep up Coldest day in January, got the heat tucked Think I need a new piece, I'm finna see Hutch Wintertime, summertime, we be sleeved up Three hunnid dollar plates every time we eat lunch Undefeated first seed shit, you can't see us You can't beat us ShittyBoyz, it's one name, you can't be us They used to ho us back then, now they need us Lot of ho shit people pull when you bring up Ayy, huh, ShittyBoyz What up, Danny?
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