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“im 34 years old”
m*man ion give a f*ck, n*gga f*ck you n*gga
“and im dying”
oh sh*t, ay my bad twin i didn’t mean it, my fault

i*im of the meds and im buzzin
i’m off a 40, i’m slow (haha)
ho wanna ride on the pole
i got a pint and a roll (say what)
i’m on the block like a troll
buddy keep askin’ for smoke (haha)
we turn his body to snow
i got a bag and i blow (plug)
i don’t remember the show

b*tch wanna f*ck for a selfie (for a selfie)
i got the racks, i’m healthy (haha)
lean in my cup, too wealthy (yeaah)
he talkin loud, that’s smelly
gang in the spot, no entry
bro got the stick, that’s plenty
i hit the l!ck so gently
i got the pack, don’t tempt me

i’m too high, can’t move
i’m too rich, can’t lose
i got a stick, don’t choose
she wanna f*ck, i refuse
pеrc in my tummy, i’m slumpin
big body whip and it’s jumpin
b*tch in my dms, she dumpin
bro got the chop and he pumpin
cash on thе table, i’m thumbin
walk in the club like it’s nothin
i hear you talk but you bluffin
i’m off the meds and i’m buzzin
i’m off the meds and i’m buzzin (huh huh huh)

i’m in the whip goin stupid
ho wanna play with my music
he wanna beef, we’ll do it
bro got the beam, dont lose it
i got a check and i use it
chain on my neck, i abuse it
she wanna ride, she choosin
i’m on the drugs, i’m confusin
money keep fallin,i pick it
opp wanna talk, we fl!ck it
ho wanna f*ck, i’m wicked
perc got me numb, i’m liquid
two grams stuffed in a wood
b*tch say i’m up to no good
bro got a chop and a hood
we’ll hit your block if we should
i’m off a 40, i’m geekin
baddie keep callin, she tweakin
cash in my pocket, it’s leakin
gang in the back and they creepin
gang in the back and they creepin
gang in the back and they creepin
gang in the back and they creepin

i’m in the whip goin stupid
ho wanna play with my music
he wanna beef, we’ll do it
bro got the beam, dont lose it
i got a check and i use it
chain on my neck, i abuse it
she wanna ride, she choosin
i’m on the drugs, i’m confusin
money keep fallin, i pick it
opp wanna talk, we fl!ck it
ho wanna f*ck, i’m wicked
perc got me numb, i’m liquid
two grams stuffed in a wood
b*tch say i’m up to no good
bro got a chop and a hood
we’ll hit your block if we should
we’ll hit your block if we should
we’ll hit your block if we should
huh huh huh, huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
i’m off a 40, i’m slow
ho wanna ride on the pole
i got a pint and a roll
i’m on the block like a troll
buddy keep askin for smoke
we turn his body to snow
i got a bag and i blow
i don’t remember the show
b*tch wanna f*ck for a selfie
i got the racks, i’m healthy
lean in my cup, too wealthy
he talkin loud, that’s smelly
gang in the spot, no entry
bro got the stick, that’s plenty*

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