First things first you a b#tch and we got problems
Whenever I see him I’mma leave him behind caution
Yellow tape, he went straight into the coffin
If you wanna try it we can do it its an option
Pound a plant, I need dozens I need orchards
Zkittlez pack, smoke in Bentleys and in Porches
Go and bend it back I’m tryna f#ck until I’m nauseous
Higher living keep my pistol in my Bosses
Too much of the same sh#t
Pull-up just to give them all a 12 gauge facelift
Heard that m#th*rf#ck*r claiming, no basis
It don’t mean a thing because these b#tches just say sh#t
Irrelevant
Boy your end is dеfinite
Stacking up a milli b#tch its clearly not an estimatе
Clearly you a b#tch, real sh#t, f#ck the rhetoric
Wear a couple thousand on my body come and hit this lick
I been high since day one
Smoking with my day ones
And we all got grey lungs
Talking out of pocket till he see me p#ss# say sum
He ain’t say nun
Choppa kicking I got Bruce Lee by my f#cking wrist
No karate but ill pull-up and go chop his sh#t
Got me mad because theres blood all on these new Ricks
You don’t want it if I up it b#tch I won’t miss
Who the f#ck thought that I could be the wrong one
Can you see your life inside the barrel of the shotgun
If you thought we was Im here to tell you that we not done
As long as you breathing
Then we got a problem
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