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Camp Fire
We be on that
Feins pop rocks and we pop Glocks(Pop pop)
Green smelling strong call it popeye Poppin rubber bands when I pop out
I just pop

50 Shades of Green the colors of Palm Fronds
On that boat to Palm Beach, Homie what's on Board
Birds flocking in Cobblepots and Oswalds, Motherfucker

up
If you know what the fuck is up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
I was not ever a regular
And I been blowing these nebulas
I get more cash

Michael js real big dawg I aint running from no jakes double cup sippin when I'm standing on stage 30 on my glock and you know I'm gonna blaze 50 bands in

song yet
Still inspired, I can't wait for what i come with next
As the days go by i feel my time is getting closer
So i put in OT cause I'm only getting

What up to kinfolk in baytown
That nigga troy poppin shit
So its going down
I'm on the road to be a living legend
No matter where I go you already
Know

Big Kash big bag and my bitch bad
Lick back shit snatched designer mix match and my whip fast
The way I'm poppin all these xans you would think I

a opp
Show ya badge, boy you a cop
Whoop his ass boy he get dropped
Take the cash make 'em leave the block
Real niggas doin real things
My niggas poppin

just how it go
Bitch, I'm trapped out, man, I got them by the Loads

And my niggas countin' dollars, plus we countin' souls
You know what it is, you know

that much but I drunk the whole bottle
Bitch I'm really him what's a goon to a goblin
She tryna suck on a dick when I'm poppin
Don't worry bout them

whats happenin’ nigga
See me in the trap...its 50 of them racks
And 20 on ya’ hat...I get you wacked for a civic hatchback nigga
Aint a nigga on this

a do magic, I feel like Chris Angel
It's not a rabbit, bunny ears, on the Draco
Clam, you a demon, get sent to the angels
Clot what you chasin', I make

shit what I'm sayin' but let me go cool
I freeze a n***a, yeah, get hit with the tool The ratchet go crazy, man, shorty a fool
AWOL shit, I swear I can't

way back on keep busy
I just upped some pink fifties, money help me think clearly
I've been turnin' nothin' to somethin' don't need a thing near me

yeah, yeah)
Typa shit we been on
I been too faded, just answer the phone
Shawty poppin' bars, up in Mars playing with the stars
Grab me by the arm, got

Tryna get a bag so I'm servin' off this dope
If I don't make it by 30, I'm hangin' from a rope
Told my girl I love her but I think she gotta go
This

I go hard by any means and show off when necessary
Got tired being patient I been knew that I was ready
I got older in this game but let's jus say

hit the party
It's just birthday what ya turning
Cat daddy once
I tell that pussy that perfect

Ok Lil
Ok Lil
Okay Lil
Okay Lil

Okay Lil bitch
50

a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug

Looking you over
And you don't know my name yet
But by the time you looked away
Already knew I couldn't fake it
I got this need for you
Forming in my

dealing dope
I ain't have no OG to show me the ropes
You know how many times i fucked up the boat?
I damn near cried sitting by the stove
Locked my first

Step
Now you mad
Step
That's too bad
Step
I'm high class (Step)
She like the way I
I gotta go
I'm not like many men, you outta know
You can just tell by

Ricky
I ride by myself, cause niggas is iffy
Cannot fuck with you, if you play the 50

I'm tired of these bitches, I'm tired of these lames
Big body,

makin' fuckin' killings while your bitches makin' nothin'
I talk about that money a lot but I only talk about what I love
After sex she just be reaching