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Yeah, B, B, I'm smoking on tree, I'm smoking on Keisha
I'm hitting this bitch, onomatopoeia, go kart, gang pull up, nice to meet ya
Unload on that bitch, no, I ain't gon' clean up
I hit your bitch from the back, why her knees up
Ghosting these bitches, no, I cannot see ya
I count up, bag walk with a lean, ugh
I count up bags, take that shit for pre-up, wait
Most of the bands in the back of the truck, okay
I count up dead in my room, what the fuck
Knock that boy head off, I ain't tell him duck
Nigga, nigga, hop in that z06, I'm on that hill shit
I feel like Skeletrix, nigga, nigga, talking that real shit
That boy get hit quick, she want to lick, lick
Nigga, nigga, hop in that all black truck
Airing that shit out, I don't give a fuck, what
Helmut Lang, Helmut Lang tux, word to my shit, I'm smoking bud, what
Bro got that piece, run it up, I split all the Tris on the floor like fuck, fuck
Run in your crib with that gun
Take what we want 'cause we keeping it tucked, tucked
Yeah, I'm smoking that gas like right now
Head up 'cause my eyes stay down, your bitch, she need a pay now