Nickel Bags

[Intro]
Okay this bag is sour, damn
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[Verse 1]
Hey yo, my granny doin' 10
I write her every single time I get a chance
Down in France
Rock designer pants
Hey yo doggie, I need the paper in advance
So I can lay up on the beach, skin tanned
Pardon my stance from a distance
My skin resemble that of a ruby, I'm usually glistenin'
Spent time perfectin' my crime up in the kitchen
After school baggin', I broke 'em off a distance
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Fuck the court, I never play by the rules
I fuck a bitch in the bed with my shoes
Hit the party, touch a hundred hands
That's how it goes when you the fuckin' man
Pose for a pic just to get you off of my dick
I got these bitches and these bottles in my section
But they wanna talk more rappin' shit and badger me with questions
I'm like I'm tryna lamp and smoke dope in the club
And round me my mans yokin' you up
What the fuck
[Hook]
Remember I was selling nickel bags of reefer
High as fuck in class tryna hide it from the teacher
Back when all my money used go to sneakers
Now I'm coolin' on the boat and blessed a bitch to blow my penis
Cause we started from the bottom, posted in the huddle
Nothin' had nothin', grew up in the struggle
Always had the same friends, those are hard to come by
Shout out to the drugs though, kept a nigga dumb fly

[Verse 2]
This that young Tony Lo shit, product of the corner store
Back when I was on the bikes tryna get the order off
Cop a dutch from papi, they be gettin' in the Spanish spot
When the cops come we often ran a lot
Slide in the crib
Finesse my bitch, throw the cock in her rib
I'm smokin' dope while she toppin' the kid
Complete a heist
I'm set for the rest of my life
Start a family, move to Washington Heights
Change my name to Tito
Cop them 50's down them blocks in Rico
My whole life is like a fuckin' free throw
Swish
I'm at the bank with a spliff
Sold weight, might take a dip
New York shit
Fuck so many bitches, shout out to the internet
Tip my fuckin' hat to who I'm finna dead
You that guy
These niggas food, nigga you that pie
Better that I nigga, you that high
Ha-ha

[Hook]
Remember I was selling nickel bags of reefer
High as fuck in class tryna hide it from the teacher
Back when all my money used go to sneakers
Now I'm coolin' on the boat and blessed a bitch to blow my penis
Cause we started from the bottom, posted in the huddle
Nothin' had nothin', grew up in the struggle
Always had the same friends, those are hard to come by
Shout out to the drugs though, kept a nigga dumb fly