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the reefer wreak out of the Fanny pack
It's a beam in there too by the sandwich bags
Bro let go of the wheel with yo scary ass!
We dun weathered the storm

I po' the line and get activated
Damn, lil bitch to agitating
Sippin holy water like the pastor baby
Brodie pull up wit drop tell em pass the baby

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

up
And now the po' walkin' on the showroom floor buyin' 'Lac trucks
They stuck in the ghetto by choice
But if they go, it's Jacuzzis and condos,

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

the struggle only last for a certain term gotta stay firm

Tryna be positive yea everytime I'm rolling out but 2020 negative like a mf they run they Mouth
She

heart ain't dead I done left it where the freezer at
Gotta watch out for fake friends momma always used to preach bout dat
That shit keep repeating back

white
Que rollo
Pick up the llave
Jump in the car
cnd watch out for the po's
Hootas be peepin
I already know
Back to the rancho
I ain't tryna go
So I move

you a member that's plugged
Two had enough for the hustle
Warring in cases
Haunted by all the faces
Bumping heads with them racists
Shocked that you

blend
The Penitentiary, ain't no place for us to go
It's been eight long years since I seen my kin folk
Po' out the liquor, roll a gang of smoke
I'm

take your dose, we finna explode
Hit me by text, I'll send you the code
Grab the load from Mexico
She's a bitch, not a ho
Grab a can, po' a 4
Sip lean,

a kid sometimes I repent for the shit i done did
Big backwood yall shit too thin
Got the pack at 7 got it off by 10 (Got it off)
Cant fold, won't bend,

mexicano
Thug solda, need a bad bitch that'd roll my doja
Got so many hoes if the po' found out, he'll make me a mormon Jahova
Tell your hoe to bend over,

a fixing
Jump out boys looking for flat
Fiends lend me whips just to get it do you get it
All day mixing light and Brown this intersection get litty
Moving

us by the way we had our fitted on, where we were bidded on
And spitted on, to live our lives shitted on
From the bronx to the o, traveling long for

on the john, you on my dick like we is gettin it on, get it on what's wrong i need a song or a bong, rip yo chick's thong out is what i need to prolong, its my

call it po-po
You wanna hold some bucks, hit my nuts bitch
Hold those bitches by the bus load
Drugs by the boatload
See an opp, duck four, watch him drop

don't make itself
Grindin all by myself
I’m grindin i don’t need no help
My money gon make itself
My money gon make itself
Hey
Dis moon rock not for

on the realest out how the fuck you do that

Stop frontin on the flow boy my roof back
She been lying on my name but the truth back
The truth hurts you should

I want the Rollie 
And ah bitch that look Lundy 
Fuck the police 
Gotta watch out for them undies 
You don't know 
I keep my gun tuck by 
I bet I run

Im a fun guy
Taking some fungi
Wanna come by
Lookin for a fun time
Shoot them in a drive by
Pop pop
Watch the body drop drop
Count the Guala up like

til they come and get me
Gotta watch yo friends love turn to envy
I cant fuck a bitch if she acting friendly
Hating ass niggas I know they wanna kill me

for a case, by the case
Fill it up and po' out the bottle
My ワイフ a model (Bad)
I'm straight out the grotto (Mud)
I'm hustlin' and musclin'
A ruffian

innocent
Diamond ganng King Johnny Dang yeah Emit shit when it come to business we dig in that shit be limitless
Now we roll da green up po' codeine up for