A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, yeah
A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah This that that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell
This arm on my kush shit My girlfriend think she Bush, bitch, hell yeah And I'm off that lean shit My brotha Duke keep on sendin' me that green
Fuck jail, Gucci and I'm hood rich I'm in that zone 6 and I throw it like the first My yellow 'Rari in the front and I it A black chick in heels, match the carpet
I'm pullin' up to the like I own it Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci condone it My get low with the flexin' I woke up, my main chick a Lexus
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A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah This that that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, yeah This that President shit, hell yeah
I be the Squad youngin', stankin' like a funyan All these otha rap toed like a Bunyan I'm B-S and you B-S but I'm Squad and you bullshit Pistol like a Chaperon, we goin' on a school
Places that you never blowin' on that stupid green Rollin' on a beam, hit the scene in Limousine Codine, promthzine, diamonds I'm my pinky Nigga, what the fuck you mean? Squad dream team
I got to blow, naw, I ain't drizzy make the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy Standin' behind flock, they like, "Who is it?" dunkin' in this mothafuck, cut the chicken
A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell This that that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, yeah This that President Bush shit, hell
A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah This that that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Shit, hell yeah
It's big Gucci, excuse me while I Until my release, my nigga, no out, lights out on in silence, why do I pull more violence? We're
While my smilin' to remind me Of the time they robbed me with no Now my problems solved and they around All [Incomprehensible]
Stretch from to Compton, to Bouldacrest That's to those who have nothin' No bluffin', Brick Squad no,
A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah This that shit get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, yeah that President Bush shit, hell yeah
A thousand of that mid shit, hell yeah that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that shit, hell yeah This that President shit, hell yeah