Yah! Yahhh! Woooh!
Peanut butter seats in the Maybac jumpin ya!
She want to f#ck cus I’m scrumptious ya!
Patek my wrist got it bussing I
Poped a whole perc, I feel nothing yet
Put that b#tch nose under coke, I
Let that b#tch lie under oath, I
Clean it up, let it dispose
You n#gg#s is b#tch, y’all don’t want no Smoke
Smoke!!
(Whistle)… Let’s go
If a n#gg# want Static we going to let the n#gg# have it
Bobbin and weaving cruising down traffic
Keep a Drew Brees ain’t talking bout madden
Smokin good green ain’t talking about cabbage ah. I got a dime bad b#tch (baddie) ah
I’m in my prime Allen ah
This another one like Khalid (Let’s Goo)
Nah f#ck that, still spin the whole block wherе the dope at
Lotto got the drakе it anit no way to tuck that
Slym got the “40” and that b#tch got kick back
Oh that’s your b#tch, we’ll a n#gg# really hit that (huh)
I put my dick, where her lips at (ah)
Like what would you do for a Klondike (ah)
You say you got money well never mind that (ah)
Norman.. Norman.. Norman
We really riding in mini vans (we really riding we really sliding yah)
We really counting 100 grand
How can you seee!!! Aye Yahh!!
This not with me
Peanut butter seats in the Maybac jumpin ya!
She want to f#ck cus I’m scrumptious ya!
Patek my wrist got it bussing I
Poped a whole perc, I feel nothing yet
Put that b#tch nose under coke, I
Let that b#tch lie under oath, I
Clean it up, let it dispose
You n#gg#s is b#tch, y’all don’t want no Smoke
Smoke!! (Don’t want no smoke!)
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