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Oh yeah Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a This sh*t on the floor Alright What you need? What you need, what you need, n***a? What you need, n***a? What you need, what you need, n***a? Ayy I'm the hood pharmacist, tell me what you need OxyContin, Percs, I don't f**k with weed What you need, a lil' lean? Hit my phone, n***a Hit my phone, you know I'm f**kin' with them beans too b*t*h, I got a doctor plug, I don't need you Hit him in his head with the K, now it's see-through How many Percs you 'bout to eat? sh*t, I need two Oh, your mama smoke dope? I'm a fiend too Vision blurry, words slurry, that's what lean do I'm really f**ked up in the head, I know I seem cool b*t*h, I'll kill the whole world, now it's just me and you Got a real plug on the 'bows, he Hebrew My n***a ate a plate in my face, I wanna eat too You know your mans a rat and you still with him, you might be one too Whole pint of Wockhardt gone, it's just me and Lou Ten milli' on my hip, I can kill a cop Gucci raincoat on, I ain't feel a drop How the f**k this whole eight gone and it's just 6 o'clock? I know you seen me with that AP thang on, but this a different watch Tremendous aim, dog upped his strap, got the pistol shot n***a, you ain't never dropped sh*t, you just pimple pop Okay, that OxyContin 30 kickin' in, I can sip now 200K in blues on me now, I'm a Crip now Used to have to go in on a bag, but I'm rich now Every week, got a thousand blues gettin' sent out The prosecutor racist than a b*t*h, I'm finna flip out Ridin' in a Scat', lookin' for the opps, we just seen one and flipped out When I'm in my feelings, I be ridin' past K-Trip house He took a couple pills and ain't wake up, how that sh*t sound? I got some white fentanyl, but the mix brown Headshot, the n***a lost his life before he hit the ground I don't calm down on this run, I'ma check 'em out It's a lil' switch on the back part, this a different Glock Grocery shoppin' at Walmart with the nickel c*cked n***a run up on me, I'ma whip it out, b*t*h, I pistol shop You don't need no f**kin' bag of ice, you got a little knot I'm at Lil E crib, he got more pills than a 'spital got I'ma need thirty-eight hundred for a Skittle crop They tried to box me in the dope game, I had to wiggle out Can't believe this n***a lit a Swisher, someone kick him out Catch me in the hood takin' pictures with the pistol out He want three hundred a line for a pint of Wock', I whipped a nickel out Took two hundred dollars off the top, now give me my ounces I can make twenty racks quick, just give me an hour Dope money wrinkled up like it got left in the washer I was goin' through some real sh*t, I met me a counselor My Beecher n***a tryna buy a brick, he met me on Carter The chain I got on real thick like seventy-one dollars I remember ridin' with a b*t*h in an '06 Chevy Impala sh*t, and since we talkin' 'bout cars, my neck a Marauder He was not tryna give the bars, up stick on the doctor This sh*t came quick, yeah This sh*t came quick, swear it felt like we got rich in an hour Unc' hit me with a clean brick, now I'm siftin' the power Told me don't worry 'bout the money, he'll get it tomorrow Said so much sh*t, you gotta listen, you might hear it tomorrow Seen a n***a drop a Scatpack and get killed in a Charger Of course the pint had a seal on it, it was hit at the bottom I know that's some real Actavis, look how it sit at the bottom Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a Yeah, sometimes This b*t*h smooth as hell, alright
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