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on the bottom of the trip
Cop a hunnid zips on the green dot no chip, pouring up the red and yellow can't quit
Took a couple Xans imma monster wit the pans if yo

wilding
We on a tip
Smoking exotic
Gas out the zip
Yea don't fuck with Marley cause he gonna hit
And that's word to my pap
Word to my miss
Word to my son

Ride for Me

The Falcons

Ride for Me

2018

woo, woo, uh

Tell me you gon' ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon' die for me (you gon' die)
Tell me you gon' die by what you

for it
Crush up a zip imma crumble it
Youngin' get lit hear em thundering
She sucking my dick til she spluttering
My bro cutting up chickens they

ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost nappa, I keep going, ion quick
Sometimes I be like,

grip
I get fresh as a fuck
Just to go on a trip
My day going good
Finna roll up a zip
Get smoked by these FN Blue Tips
Banana clip
Spin a block then peal

a (TRIP) back

Nah we lit, go and tell the kids, ain't gon sweat no jit
We legit, I done said again, go and snap a pic
Ain't no miss, be my rock like chris,

pounds got zero stress
Me an bro get zips for less
Free my niggas in the feds
Keep it lit smokin zips
Fruity shit to the head

Caught that drip cartier

collagen lips
I rip through the state of
Maine with the halogens lit
I'm not Rick but I spit Slick
I'm rapping and making the
Fakest of rappers who're

You a opp, I ain't lettin' you rock
We gon' leave a nigga on his block
Backdoor season, better have your chop
And we ain't leavin', 'til a nigga drop

Four fifty four
I gotta bag of the grams
Passing the kush through my hands
Two twenty five
Grade A the zip is so fire
Hit the shit you can't deny
We

It's a rock star life style it's way lit
I can't fuck with you now you basic
Let's face the truth now let's face it
You regret your decisions wow you

Watch me do my thing rock out ball out do my thing
Ima stay lit ima make sure yah get with it
I think this a hit watch it really start to swing
Watch

say, Fresh j's no tummy tuck
No tummy
I'm on
Huh
My model
Huh
My watch lit
Huh
Movado
Huh
My baby drink
Huh
Moscato
Huh
Fresh, fresh, out the bottle
Rock

1500 on some balmains
23 with the rock i'm Lebron James
My bitch thick yours ain't she a po' thang
This ain't my new bitch nigga this my old thang

Medusa gave me head
But I don't rock with snakes
You snitching we scoop ya
You walking the plank
Scurvy from too much ass
They serve like plates
You think

Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't fuck with lames 
I'm lit like a Tit 
So fuck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid

yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Up inna da mornin, I'm way to lit, way to gone
Imma keep goin, gotta pay rent,

signs
All you niggas gettin is some dummy dimes
Coppin gas and that’s by the zip
Yeah you kno tha gang bitch we Keep It Lit
Drinking Henny and that’s by

I know it's going shoot I could tell by the zip
These niggas be fraud they don't know how to Glitch
Me and bro 2 deep outta town take risk
What you

know we got more lit (Word to gang)
Can't hang, I'm not in ya orbit baby
I want ya friend she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She rock designer she a Taurus (She

the rocks like flintstone feet
This is me frustrated, battling my own evils
Finna saddle up that work, across Ohio in a Geo
Or should I sell my music .zip

the way you rock that dress
girl you did that

and I keep it real real real
that’s just how I feel feel feel
chilling and vibin with you
if i get one more

Shirk
Boom plop
Neptune now his arms extends
 while one millions of souls
  sit lit in caves of darkness
What ols bark? The dog
mountain? Down by the Sea