This that gold BBS flow. Plastic Nike air tags on your original IV's Niggas is z'ed on your mans, and i'm rollin an Oh Leave em sleep, I don't need them suckas listening to me Pack a bong for everything except the kitchen sink Underneath witch I keep a set of Andy's Clippers I could fix my line in before we go over by them bitches A quick little something can't get the back I don't know where I left my hand mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my jet living We just chilling so don't come around here, fake toughin' Runnin' after woman Bossed up, all us, outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up. The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker after all.
Haters is dressed in safety nets encouraging my fall Won't catch me there, but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier At whatever media outlet decide to play it fair Fuck playin' dead pimpin' imma play the bear, grizzle Seriously fish burn turn flip styles, furiously, this that 70's soul green Alchemistry, amen been a G since but he leaves lames big cuffin their jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird assholes, running circles around em, they rotisserie chickens Love got a shovel in her hand I see you digging strike gold build your own coffin with it, dead ass, flick ashes on the girls in my past tense They tell us for the ones I was just fuckin The crib for the one I was gonna get right back with It's easy to get tangled in the stars, spangled, mangled in the night life, livin out my bars, dangerous.
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