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I booked a flight to AZ, now I'm smokin' on the best weed
I'm heating up no AC, can't name a nigga that can fuck with me
Feel like Drew, I keep the Breeze, cop a few, get em for cheap
Make sure you straight and your team, if I eat, my dog eat
I'm a dog, off the leash no Mike Vick, but I'm a Pit
Got some niggas in my section and they beggin' for a lick
They keep guns in they pictures, but when we hit, bitch, we don't miss
Got some niggas behind the wall not Kevin Gates might jump the fence
O-O-OT DUB, bitch, we really steppin', they know what we bout
Got some niggas to sneak in your house like change in your couch
Somewhere faded kicking shit in mountains, but I'm from the South
Could put a price on your head for that shit that come out your mouth
Really slowed off a fourth of mud
I'm bout to pour some mo'
Don't even hit a nigga line, if you ain't tryna find a bow
My lil niggas got great aim and they don't even need a scope
I'mma Mac, but my nigga throwing
fours, no Baby Joe
Hoes lit, in this bitch they turnt, fuck it, roll more blunt
Keep a shooter a with me in the cut, try me, then you fuck
Hoe i'm next fuck a runner up, run up and
get slumped
She the truth, with her mouth foo, fill her up with cum
I'm a dog on your lil' baby, leave her wet as a lake
Leave my nut, all over her face, she love the way it taste
Kicked her out sent her by her way
She know she can't stay, if her baby daddy want smoke, I can blow that shit today, go,
So hot, so hot in here, so hot, so hot, so hot, so hot
Pulled up to the kick back me and three hoes
When I shook the spot, left out with four more
Feeling' like a trap house full of them bows "trap"
Pass me the fronto, I don't smoke optimo',
They always on my line, cause I keep the best smoke
So many strains to choose any miny, miney mo'
Nigga need a cape, how they out here savin' these hoes
I move with the flow, I just play the game, how it go
If the hoe broke, then I gotta tell the hoe to roll
Probably coulda been a trophy but the hoe was too slow
My name Tay, I'm here to ball
Shoutout my nigga Bowl
I was runnin' in them streets when I was eight years old
A lot of cap, in they rap, man, these niggas all cloned
Ain't no bitch up in my blood I stand on all ten strong
Ain't no nigga gave me shit, never asked for a
loan
Self-made, gangsta, granny said, get that shit on your own
Original, 1 of None
I can't be cloned
Nah, nah, nah, I can't be cloned, nigga, nah, nah, you know how it go, nigga
This shit a wrap on the gang
Still Spin, still spinnin', still winnin',
And that's just how we motherfuckin' coming
So hot, so hot in here, so hot, so hot, so hot, so hot