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Dewey
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How I do it so phenomenal
But keep it nonchalant?
The pack I'm smoking on exotical
I'm damn near nodding off
The way I'm spitting bars methodical
Involve lot of thought
I got the THC in every molecule
I love the pot
The fit I'm rocking diabolical
Out the oven hot
I been on the up and up and up
I don't know to stop
Buying and I'm selling
Watchu need I tell em what I want
It's like I hit record inside of hell
The mic gon need some water
If it don't smell like stinky socks
I'm not smoking on it
What the fuck they talking on
Like boy must lost his coconut
Chalk it up to luck
It been too easy Mr. getitdone
It's poppin like a visa hit up Sweet
Let's get the feature goin
It could go up it could go down
This life a teetor totter
Seen that he was rocking what I'm rocking
Like he cheating off me
He can't do it how I do it tho
Like damn that boy a bot
If it's some business
Have the bitches leave the room
The boys talking
See me hop on a beat
I'm dog walking on it
I got some reach
Call me Dewey Doc Octopus
Hit him with the 1 then with the 2
I had em walking em funny
Call me Dewey Focker
Boy you fucked if you Fockin with us
You gon be the one who lookin dumb
If you not rocking with us
Not a single lame inside my lane
I keep the opposite
Like he rockin Bape
I told him zip the face
He talk too much
And if it's ever problems
Lemme know we'll find the bottom of it
I Keep a grip on the throttle
Pockets got oranges in em
I just trade a zip for the glock
Cuz god he told me to
I Keep a grip on the throttle
Pockets got oranges in em
I just trade a zip for the glock
Cuz god he told me to
I just want a grip of guap
Im talking bundles of it
I be lookin upward to god
Like where we going at
I been in the โโ
I been in the stu
He got feet up flicking on instagram
I be in the mood just to fuck em up
And then hit the dash
They be celebrating they out the fire
While in the pan
Imma take my white ass go hop a flight
Just to see japen
He ain't scary he stay with fairies
That boy a Peter Pan
Ferris bueler I dip the function
I'd rather smoke a bag alone
White Iverson ballin
I sorta feel like Post Malone
I'm the champ I'm the tallest
The highest in the room for sure
Ain't no advantage
I manage to fuck em up I'm on a roll
I stay gettin bigger
Dewey an older brother to em
Oooey gooey It's stinky I bust it down
And light the buds
Watch me hop on a mic and they get hyper
Who would of thunk it
He the type to be typing but irl ain't saying none
I Keep a grip on the throttle
Pockets got oranges in em
I just trade a zip for the glock
Cuz god he told me to
I Keep a grip on the throttle
Pockets got oranges in em
I just trade a zip for the glock
Cuz god he told me to
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