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(Enrgy made this one) You wasn't takin' trips, boy, I started with a nickel, here Real trap n***a, up three birdies 'bout a fiscal year Only takin' trips, you could say I'm on my tourist flow Mob tie, my plug get signs like he a horoscope Hit the plug for three hundred grams and got eighty free Touch down, I keep the bag secure just like ADT Petty fiends can't afford me Got my b*t*h cookin', she gon' step like a sorority I'm finna swoop down right now, I'm on Evergreen I ain't worried 'bout them lil' n***as, they uncle scared of me Don't call Berner lookin' for no 'bows, I got better weed My b*t*h think she got me to herself, but she sharin' me Don't hit me up talkin' 'bout no brick, I only sell to fiends I ain't no rat, but I'll run through your trap for that cheddar cheese A hundred pack, twenty for a brick, plug from Lebanese OxyContin, fentanyl, cocaine, methamphetamines They don't sell no loads, they burner phones, they don't never ring Just heated up the bag, I got some pit that you ain't never seen I got fiends used to shoot the dog, they only snort now My fiend show me fiends in every town like he a tour guide Oxymorphone, sh*t, I probably sold 'bout every bean Wholesale, but I triple profit off of every fiend I been in the pharm' all week, that's what they don't record Sell about a thousand every week, they call me opioid I just drunk a pint in one sip, that's how you know I'm bored Dropped thirty, seen a corner truck, that's when I know I scored I been drinkin' Act' with no pop, I got open pores I'm tryna cook a whole brick in here, n***a, close the door Can't survive this if you get hit, this a Glock 30 Six Perc 10s, I'm tryna f**k, my d**k not workin' Dropped so many rounds out the Glock, this b*t*h stopped workin' I ain't tryna f**k, I'm tryna stuff you, b*t*h, stop flirtin' I can show you how to cook a meal when I'm out servin' Lil' b*t*h stuffed a dollar fifty, and she stopped twerkin' All exotics in my Backwood, this is not sherbet Sixteen hundred, I'm in Palm Angel when I'm not workin' My unky lit, he just like Tiger Woods, he only need a birdie Brodie went and copped a white gold like he a Silver Surfer We droppin' sh*t, just like dead lifts, we can take it further Headshots with the red tips just to make it certain Me and Nuk on the 7, fifty shots a piece Louis skully five hundred, that's just an ounce of weed Before I learned to spell my first name, I could pronounce lean A half a pound gone, it's me and bro, quarter pound a piece Just found a BIN, I'm tryna punch it in like I found a beat You playin' with ten, it's me and Money Man, hundred thou' a piece That's your brother now, you tryna flex, n***a, stop cappin' I might kill a n***a at my show and just stop rappin' Catch me out sellin' all the, with the odd name One up top, but leave his heart on ice just like he Rod Wave You still gettin' blues for the thirty, that is not a lane Sixty round rapid out the chop, don't know why I aim Get the drop, leave brodie in your gra** just like he a gnome You need to hit your mans with a bag, look like he need a loan Your big homie ain't never did sh*t, how he a legend, though? Lil' bro be gettin' rid of rats, he think he pest control
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