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(Luci4) No dreads , high packs Build money up , stacked up inna door way Kicked the door , we ain’t doing sh*t yo way Finna put the medal to his head like crochet Our squad don’t gotta do sh*t We just wan blow just wanna be rich In love with halo (ye dumb sh*t) B*t*hes gon change b*t*hes gon dip And i’m okay i’m up and just quit Oh churro on the beat , that’s bro Tell my ring all my feet all red dead 4 percs then we do the coke I-i can remember i jug 2 kay And thirty-fyve we do not play There ain’t nun but shout out spayce Just stand up we stuntin for days And we for real , shyne out the cut You got something on ya face You gon pull up and then what Dissinto uh flaming place Ogs drum roll he got him tucked Knock his body out of space And i’m sippin’ on some stuff Turn my kidney to disgrace And i’m rocking out the b*t*h Til’ i feel like i am safe Only bands stickin out my damn door N***a talking sh*t Hit his damn throat N***as know i got the f**king damn tote (damn toke) See me coming out the cut Imma catch for a gram tho (Cartis Bunny) N***as know i got the f**king phantom We sippin fanta every f**kin’ day You know i pull up to ya crib And you know we slay Every f**king day , monday thru sunday Yeah we slay N***as know i got the f**king fanto We sippin fanta every f**kin’ day You know , we pray , to our god every day She suckin’ on my d**k Then she out my f**kin crib Every f**king day , ye you know , we pray We preachin to our god She suck on my d**k , then out my f**king crib
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