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Don't matter just don't bite it and don't spill my cup
And I don't want the bottle unless they seal mine up
She wanna fuck in my car so we fucked in the truck
Mr. Officer you handcuffin or what?
500 Dollar 2 liter I pour that shit up
I owe this nigga but I don't give a fuck
Just made 60 off the road that's right I scraped that shit up
Going back and forth to AZ I'm in great with the plug
Hang with A1 they think I play for the sun
I come from straight run and gun
My hoes don't play one-on-one
I sip that drank till I'm numb
And I'm impatient and dumb
Like once I'm through call you an uber you can stay till they come
Them hoes will smoke up all your grass yeah, your last yeah
Just spent 60 racks on taxes, just last year
Got me back selling bags yeah, no halves yeah
Pouring hi-tech out the glass yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet
Them hoes will smoke up all your grass yeah, your last yeah
Just spent 60 racks on taxes, just last year
Got me back selling bags yeah, no halves yeah
Pouring hi-tech out the glass yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet
When it's crunch all the youngins go to stickin shit up
Outside with that iron while they click in the club
Booty plump she got trunk shawty shakin her rump
I've been gone a couple months tryna see what is what
Queeda know no matter what I swear I love her to death
When I was fucked up by the girl she was the only one there
Quarter chicken got delivered got it thrown on the scale
When the money go to flippin all the hurt go to hell
Yeah tell her oh well get weed from somebody else
Designer stitchin on my denim you can tell by the belt
Vacuum suction on the lips will murder the blunt
By the time you go to hit it ain't did shit for your lungs
Them hoes will smoke up all your grass yeah, your last yeah
Just spent 60 racks on taxes, just last year
Got me back selling bags yeah, no halves yeah
Pouring hi-tech out the glass yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet
Them hoes will smoke up all your grass yeah, your last yeah
Just spent 60 racks on taxes, just last year
Got me back selling bags yeah, no halves yeah
Pouring hi-tech out the glass yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet