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You know that is my time, hoe
Life is money so i got a dime for it
Man, i see it but my shades strong
This Gucci on my face it help me dap on ‘em
You know we stay smoking on that indo
That Travis Scott antidote
But don’t call me a random

Pulling’ up pinot grigiot
f**kin’ your b*t*h she a sleazy hoe
I’m sick of hunkin that sneezy on ‘em
I’m sick of hunkin that sneezy on ‘em
I pull up on that fanta and sprite
So i told that passer to leave me ‘lone

All of them wish they got money on
Look at my jacket, it’s VLONE
Look at your b*t*h listening to lucid dreams
I know that sh*t is her theme song
I control that b*t*h like a remote
Run up on me and i’m down to blow
All of my n***as they grippin’ poles
Illuminati wit’ it cos i’ll take your soul

I go harder
Get it wetter than bottles of water
Call me stupid i’ll pull up on him
And i’ll dance like my major pulled up in a charger
Imma die for my sh*t like a martyr
Imma die for my sh*t like a martyr
Talking sh*t til i pull up on you wit that handy pack
See martyr n***as i’m hotter
All my n***as got sh*t like varietal
I see all of this sh*t like horizon
All my n***as get money for real though
In my kitchen i’m movin them pills hoe

Hopefully this sh*t hit home
f**king that b*t*h like let’s go
Hit that b*t*h on my cell phone
I won’t f**k sh*t on her menstrual

I murder these instrumentals
Imma hit that b*t*h with backstroke
Imma hit that b*t*h from the back
But, sh*t, i’m hot you know how it is hoe
Every day i wake up lit tho
n***as know what it is, what it is hoe
Pull up on the scene look like big cloak
It was a green lighter, that ain’t a bic tho

I smoke big gas, i smoke big blunts
Talkin’ that sh*t n***a waiting on nothin’
Look at your bank i just see 20s
I got hunnids’ , you got ones
Hop out abort, you is my son
Pull up on the scene, i make him run
All of my guns is horny is f**k
Pull up on the block it’ll make him c*m

Yeah
I make this sh*t look simple
Really poppin’ like proactive and a bunch of f**king pimples
I pull up im that b*t*h i past high
She my computer, my d**k is that b*t*h’ flash drive
I get the cash, n***a you know i’m too fly
Your b*t*h f**kin’ my b*t*h
In the end she too bi

You know i don’t box
But i’m f**king like the box
You talkin’ stupid til you catch a shot about this Glock
Your b*t*h up on my c*ck
I told that b*t*h to stop
Then watch
And all i do is get cash and relax, and plot
Just turn me up a notch
I wake up smoking the pot
That’s a camera
I flash just like a camera, when it pops

And if you got it, then you got it
See this gucci on his wallet
Is it gucci or is this louis
This designer has me confused, i need to stop it
I just cop it
When i drink i start from the bottom
I get long neck from your b*t*h, she an ostrich
Hopefully that’s not a problem

I make it look easy for real
I told you this
I told you that
I make it look easy for real
I know that it’s easy to say
But it ain’t that easy for real
I’m rolling up backwoods all day
But the papers put me in my feels
For real

Yo you gotta post this sh*t tomorrow, this sh*ts legendary
That’s the best sh*t we did all day
Juice

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