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Yeah, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, uh
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Stuffing grams in the blunt
Stuffing grams in the blunt
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Stuffing grams in the blunt
Stuffing grams in the blunt
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I think I'm a man just when they down
It get loud, I got rounds
She get wet to my sound
P-O-P, hold it down
Start a mosh in the crowd
Came with gang, look around
Know my name, scream it loud
I'm so high, I'm in the Twilight Zone now
Head up in the sky (Grah)
I walk around with my fye (Yeah)
Step in the party, I'm fly
He wanna try but he not that guy
MG coupe, finna speed right by (Skrt)
We know you capping, you telling a lie (Woah)
Choppa' hit him in his eye
That boy a opp, tryna play on both sides
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I just rolled me a spliff for the Runtz
I bet that choppa gone eat him for lunch (Bah)
I got the beam on his head, make him jump (Brrr)
We not playing no games (No)
We not playing no (Yeah)
We not playing no games (No)
We not playing no games
He tryna game then we blowing his brain
I don't give a fuck, yeah, just like a plain
Oxstar cooling and all with the gang
Hit him with curry, that .30 got range