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I put my whole city on a bean What they give me in return? sh*t, we 'bout to see They wasn't tryna hit me at first, now they muthaf**kin' mascots on the team And my hair getting longer, Super Saiyan III in civilian fatigues Girl, when exactly didn't you realize that these other rappers ain't f**kin' with me? Hold up! B*t*h! Hold my two Apple iPhones sh*t, I'm 'bout to pour up Sl*t, I don't really give a f**k about what any y'all think of my love Uffy, with his plug in the city she was born and raised in, I'm 'bout to blow up I swear to God, I pray to God that shawty don't end up regretting this sh*t too much F**k your main b*t*h OTS, when I wake up, when I wake up Off my mirror she snort them lines, in the same she fix her makeup Making music till I die, poppin' beans I'm gettin' high Gettin'-gettin'-gettin' high, sellin' drugs up on the side (up on the side) I don't give a f**k, making noise, that heavy metal In all black, TYG, high as f**k on Heaven's level Noddin', b*t*h, I'm noddin' (uh!), not nearly high as them I'm okay, they okay, smokin' A's, and K's, and M's Slippin' in and out of consciousness Sellin', got no common sense, I don't fear a consequence They need us like oxygen, she just want a part of me Bout to get a mask and strong-arm a f**kin' pharmacy IPhone full of raps, iPhone full of contacts IPhone full of naked b*t*hes lookin' for them contracts She just want them pills, pop three, smoke one On a muthaf**kin' norco, make me c*m before I'm numb, uh On the side OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!) On the side OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!) On the side I move that work up on the side, hit your main b*t*h on the side On the side I get it, yeah, I get it I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!) On the side, on the side I move that work up on the side OTS, OTS F**k it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!) I'm a dropout, I'm a pothead, I'm a loser But, b*t*h I'm Ylti whoa, so I'll never lose her Sky's a hoe, but I'm past that sh*t And, everyone that say I ain't past that sh*t You're always the one that brings it up I'd rather roll one and never pa** that sh*t She used to be so live on Saturday night I touch her b***, I'm Peyton Manning, she's Jeff Saturday... hike! I got oil, Lucas stadium, Tony Grungy, see through you, atrium I let her grow, she never spoiled, her pu**y too hot but never boiled But now I'm too hot, she left the stove on The house burnt down cause of all the fire conversations Ounce burnt down, we have a fire conversation Don't count me out, don't count me out I'm-I'm so high, she on the side my eyes are on the f**kin' prize No longer on the f**kin' sky, I'm living too stoned, stuck in time She show her t**s like "please honk for us" Yellows like a Tonka Truck Hot Wheels logo to the weed (uh) Make me go unconscious (uh) High up like a monster truck Smoke loud, louder than a monster truck So, please buckle up, I don't wanna lose ya On the side OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!) On the side OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!) On the side I move that work up on the side, hit your main b*t*h on the side On the side I get it, yeah, I get it I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!) On the side, on the side I move that work up on the side OTS, OTS F**k it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)
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