I got a stick, it holds thirty two
Hollow tips flyin’, they be cuttin’ through
I been missin’ part of me
I been missin’ part of you
Racks up, now I gotta stand tall
I been high all week, I can barely walk
I don’t sip the lean, I don’t need the wok
That b#tch popped a bean, she just gave me top
You a f#ckin’ b#tch, you a f#ckin’ opp
I been chasin’ money I could never stop
I can’t chase no b#tch, I can’t love no bop
I can make bullets rain, I got a hundred shots
Riding’ through the hood, we like four deep
Even if I was lonely, got the .40
Turn your four door to a coupe, you don’t know me
You no kin to me, not my homie
You don’t got no aim so I don’t bleed
You f#ckin’ baby in a high seat
And you sippin’ Hi-C
I’m so high I need Visine
Why you b#tches lying?
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