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GBC, no GBH
I'm with my cave, don't need no cake
Don't need no fire just need my Wraith
Cave, cave  
Plato, I play with play dough
Not really but just in the mind
Just takin' it day at a time
Aight, aight
They don't, they don't know, they don't know
And I gave them a chance

Slide it up, I'm slidin' in
Winter winds, I need a Brisk
(No but what did he say to you?)
Flyin' out, I'm divin' in
TSA no need to frisk
Check, check (Woah, woah)
Check, check (Yeah, yeah)

Mic check (That's a fact)
1, 2, 1, 2, I'ma (Bring it back)
I'ma, I'ma gun you, 1, 2
Down (I'm a rat)
I'm on town, I'm on trap, I'm on ground
Where's my crown
We get it, we gotta go 

Fucked up on the block, we get
Fucked up in the spot, we get
Fucked up in the car, all these
Bottles, it's a bar, got me
Fucked up, f*ck a cop, we get
Fucked up on the spot, bro get
Fucked up off the bars, shoot your
Shot off in the dark, hit the
Target hit ya mark, whip the
Hits and take it far, toke the
Tar and fill the jar, fly up
In the clouds to Mars
Ayy

We go smoke up on the balcony
Seen the jungle trees
You can just count the Gs, baby
Make some more, read that book
Learn to exceed, top
Gotta keep stackin' the grease
Gotta go sight seein'
Fly to Belize, then to Tokyo
Houston and Harlem, Paris
Mediterranean Sea, I gotta beam out to Greece
I multiply by the, I triplify by degrees
I'd buy that house on the beach
Bouta blow that house up, this track got released
Keep a Ben Fred in your reach  
I'll blow a check on a piece
Pieces of weed in the cone what I mean, what I spat
Shred it to kief and then chief the whole bag
Uh, uh, uh, Why would I
Yuh, wait for the beat to come back
Whew, wait for the beat to come
I just deposited cash in my past
Packin' the club to the back
I gotta smoke by the half
Window up man we 888 on dabs
Waited, I wait, hi waited, I'm dad
Gated, I'm faded
Lag
Drag
Fetti fun fugu, no cheese and it's grated
Step lad
Err, I ain't had her
And I'm bad, and I'm glad (Err)
I'm glad (I'm Joe Dirt)
And I'm glad
I'm a guy
F*ck a target, play my part
I'm so fucked up, made my farts
Fucked up cob bob bean dip Bart
I'm gon' eat this with no heart, yeah

Cargo, the pants
I need to strap down these bands
Just playin' the money is plants
Advances do meet my demands
Out of the park, grand slam
Lil baby stop fuckin' your man
Come to the crib and just dance
I got some crazy ass plans
Grabbin' the twins ampersand
I gotta set up the cam
I seen the booty like damn
Bouta beat it up like Bam
Gotta eat it up like jam
She Venus gon' stand on a clam
She baddest in all of the land
All natural, no Spam in a can
Back to the topic at hand, drugs high demand
Traffic and givin' commands
Chillin' with the last few grams
Left and right hand man, drop tabs, unplanned
Talk to the TV, I seen a bb
Thinkin' she seen me, DVD winkin'
Lowkey I'm tweakin', I can't be eatin'
I got so fucked up I turned vegan

Fucked up on the block, we get
Fucked up on the spot, we get
Fucked up in the car, all these
Bottles, it's a bar, got me
Fucked up, f*ck a cop, we get
Fucked up on the spot, bro get
Fucked up off the bars, shoot your
Shot off in the dark, hit the
Target hit ya mark, whip the
Hits and take it far, toke the
Tar and fill the jar, fly up
In the clouds to Mars

Slop in the sink
Skate off the rink
Drop off the drink
Feel like a king
I cannot sing
Ocarina like Link, it feel like a dream
Fucked up on the block, we get
Fucked up in the spot, we get
Fucked up in the car, all these
Bottles, it's a bar, ay
Man, f*ck 100, 200, 300
Blue hundred, bleed hundred
One of us

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