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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You ain't live 'til you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher in my headband
Front page news, I'm Jesus
Eating with no cable on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod my prayers
One day here, the next day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, chick
Met her off Twitter Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down in a Fisker
I could pull your with a whisper and diss her
ho
She dumb cause she love that though
Somewhere high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I know they
In Myrtle Beach with a fleece
lobbies playing Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed Hercules
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's like God is
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the monitor
She it like a champ
And I'm proud of her
I'm on the couch where loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we could doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
Your cowgirl's riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a white
And him give me space, I don't know that nigga
ass little fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up
Half of hope in that plastic cup
Real from the start 'til the casket shut
his own case as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
Riding with same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face like he mad or
in the safe, take the cash and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
Took the big toe so they tagged the
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
more smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I hold
It's Wolf Gang like you know these paws
like it's '62
Spit and grip my
My to split the swisher
My niggas split the

Hey, it's marijuana
Pot growing, blaring Gil
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that knocked open

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron we pill pop
run and kill cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get grill knocked open