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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, with Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front page news, I'm Jesus
Eating bagels with no on
Been fucking hoes when Mase was on
I hope Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's
dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva
Met her off even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I could your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love that
Somewhere getting high Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so
I fuck 'em raw cause I they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Elise
I'm Ron mixed with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is like Revere
When he walk in the room it's God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the nigga
She taking it a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
Your cowgirl's riding
With a clean, faded fro,
Tell the that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga from the start 'til the shut
his own case as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
Riding with them same ashin' blunts
While that make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know that if he I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they the tongue
Out here like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang like you know these paws
like it's '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to split the
My niggas split the

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron we pill pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill open

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron we pill pop
run and kill cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked