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Pop out with that stick thought I was playin
Who the f*ck want smoke with me
Who the f*ck won't pop out with that stick, thought I was playin'
I was fucked up off the meds
Thank God I don't pop them Xans no more
I know these niggas want me dead
But it's f*ck em just to let you know
I Count Bocoo money
Stuntin' countin' up blue hunnids
I guess I need therapy cause I might kill that bitch for nothin'
It's a parade in your block, we came through with them drums
We gon' hit the bitch for talkin' shit, then put em in our lungs
We ain't solvin' shit, it's up for life, my nigga, I ain't the one to play with
I got quagen, I just sold some re-rock to a white nigga named Aiden
And I swear the struggle made me
I been off them drugs, goin' crazy, but I'm still a meenwop baby
Who the f*ck is fuckin' with STB, I don't know
I got niggas watchin' my life like that shit a TV show
It was me and Doodie Lo, we was chillin' in the O
That's for sure, If yo ass from 63rd, you gotta go, on my bro
Who the f*ck want smoke with me
Who the f*ck won't pop out with that stick, thought I was playin'
I was fucked up off the meds
Thank God I don't pop them Xans no more
I know these niggas want me dead
But it's f*ck em just to let you know
I Count Bocoo money
Stuntin' countin' up blue hunnids
I guess I need therapy cause I might kill that bitch for nothin'
We gon' get that get back, you won't get your lick back
You won't get your shit back,
When I said these niggas ain't on shit you know I meant that
Cut that bitch off right after I hit that
Nah, I ain't missin' shit, Nigga, I got hella bitches
I been on my road to riches, Free my dawgs, locked in the system
Make sure they get benefits
I stay up at Saks Fifth
Run shit like a track meet, Mm-mm,
Whip the chicken like it's Xaxby's
Mm-mm, yeah, let's go
Yeah, I won the battle
Cut the snakes up out the grass, I grabbed that bitch right by his rattle
And I knew bro was gon' snitch, Cause back in the day, all he did was tattle
We on the block, we look like cattle, She gon' ride me with no saddle
Just like Lil Uzi, nigga, it don't matter, Yeah, yeah,
I swear to God, it's been a journey
And I'm blessed, I'm still a free man, Shout out to my attorney
Who the f*ck want smoke with me
Who the f*ck won't pop out with that stick, thought I was playin'
I was fucked up off the meds
Thank God I don't pop them Xans no more
I know these niggas want me dead
But it's f*ck em just to let you know
I Count Bocoo money
Stuntin' countin' up blue hunnids
I guess I need therapy cause I might kill that bitch for nothin'

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