Smoking on strong
That scat pack
Hundred big racks
For the s-class
Real rockstar
No jack black
Its a new glock
And it matte black
p#ss# #ss boy
Better back back
b#tch dont like me
Too bad…
All yall hoes wack
Too sad…
Cooking up work
Where they do that?
Take you to the trap
Aint got no cable
Everything i got on me
No label
Ride for my dawgs
No kane no able
Only sip clean
That purple
That laker
Take my drip off
And im still gone take her
All you hoes cap
Yall lying yall fable
Two twenty three
Hit ya top like facials
Sipping on syrup
Hell nah not maple
Big four-four
Cut you with it
Like razors
New tec-9
Got the grip
With the lazer
I dont give a f#ck
Lil b#tch im famous
Pop a lil perc
Lil b#tch im painless
Smoking zaza
And i blow by the acre
Ima big dawg
Aint sh#t gone phase us
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