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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent on my side
She bitching I'm habitual lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a tucked 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 weed on Jay-Z's
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony
Don't hold back, no, feed your Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler a list
Pittsburgh, broke down in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a whisper and her
ho
She only dumb cause she that though
Somewhere getting reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch 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 Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
Slap a bitch in the if she curse at me
I Josh's beard is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing
At civilians I'm

I'm on the nigga
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we could doctor, ma
wide for thermometer
Your cowgirl's riding
With a clean, faded fro,
Tell the label that I want a driver
And tell him give me space, I know that nigga
Bold ass fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
It's the Trashwang nigga, 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, smack the
Riding with them same niggas ashin'
While bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
Took the big toe so tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know paws
like it's '62
Spit and grip my
My bitch to split the
My niggas split the

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

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 grill knocked open