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floating
Said neon don't you run from me
Got my mind smoking
Big heat he got them guns tooting
You see it baby come and get up on it
Tell, tell me when you ;

Girl get to stripping like it’s Gaza
Please don’t get it twisted
It ain’t your casa
(No)
Yea I keep on smoking like a Rasta
But you’re ruining my

Roll the gas up and we smoking in the car
Baby rock my mic like a rockstar
Break her body down like a cigar
She say I'm the best she had so far
So

know i’m chilling in the cut
Never giving up, I’m never lacking
Shooting rhymes like gun
Only time you’ll ever see me run is when the cops come
Still

Check me out now
Its a lifestyle
Smoking on that loud
Im here for a while
I went up in her house
I like her black and mild
Feeling like a boss
She's

ion do the this or that
I be high I be smoking on the pack like that
I be smoking like a nigga got a cataract
And my brody got the choppa as a matter

loose his life now yeah
Know we got it on us tell that n*gga pipe down yeah
He ain't thinking right
He might loose his life now yeah
Smoking on gas

Get a gun or get some camo
I'm smoking gas in the scat pack
You gotta watch where you ash at
Seen a corner boy turn lab rat
Corny boys getting laughed

bodies in back of the trunk
I'm high again I feel slumped
Smoking on some og skunk
I'm still high feels like I'm not coming back
Got to reach the stars

niggaz hating, I can’t even lie big bro that’s motivation,   

We help each other stack up they bread these niggaz racing, smoking GG#4 this real gas no

cashed
By all of the guns smoking up
Smoking up, smoking up

Beep, beep, beepin' eyes I meet
Blinkin' eyes I meet, blinkin' in the night
Don't, don't,

(Chorus) 
Ima Be Me 
Playing on the Keys 
Spending that Green 
Smoking on Trees 
Yay 
Ima Be Me 
Singing in the Shower 
Building my body 
Freak on my

death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories

started laughing and joking
We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and
Said what the deal is, the realness 
My man is crazy as Bruce Willis
If he

to get by
Ashy, Patchy
Blow up on her ass cheeks
you can handle truth and you want it? You can ask me
Sadly, Im a fucking sadist do it gladly
Bad dreams?

Damn, what's the amount?
I been smoking so much I think it got me sick, I'm needing this shit by the ounce
European methods finally paid off, my bank

Chrystal
Said he got him an issue and I owe him one
So he need to hold onto the pistol
As i left from the trap stopped by the gun safe
Cuz I got so many I

make it by but it feels like I won’t ever touch the sky
All I’m tryna do is take a ride while I smoke a Dutch and let the feelings fly
After bitch you

cut off
Oh shit, I had woke up buggin'
Sweatin' bullets
Checkin' for my gun, I gotta
Stop smoking that haze or something
I know I ain't crazy, I'll go

the ticket
Let's talk about opps
Let's talk 'bout drilling
Let's talk 'bout dead opps, I got a list
Name one by one, they all got blitzed
I need y'all

They off that alcohol and molly, a hundred guns in our party
Put something hot in your body, but we cooling out in our party
And that Blaque Pirate

to grab my mask
Had to grab my gun
I use to be robbing niggas
Til I got a lil smarter nigga
I come from the trunches
I come from the hood
Im came from

My gun I'll never forget that
My gun I'll never forget that
She ain't been here long, already finna get put out
Don't be crying cus' I ain't called

Don't try joking with us
We gonna make sure man can't stand up
Leaning with guns like Russ
When I'm on a mic, it's not just banter
Got a couple