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don't call me a hurricane
$lim Gucci; Saliva Grey; 99zed
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(I'm that cracker with that pack, give them boys hiccups)
(I'm some trailer park garbage that you ain't getting rid of)
(I'm that cracker with that pack, give them boys hiccups)
(G-G-Give them- give them- give them boys hiccups)
This that project blunt let's light up, uh, how I get this high up? Uh
If I start just falling down, it'd be some to admire, uh
Behold the sun forever setting on that horizon, not rising
Marcus Mariota, way my soda give life a lil Heisman
I'm not a Judas, I just took one too many meds
I ain't mean to go stupid, I don't remember what I said
If they tryna get technical, tell em call an electrician
What's a bag? I got several and they all consist of pennies, ah
(Talk about the Sally, they ain't selling what I'm selling)
(Ain't a god damn drug have you feeling what I'm feeling)
(Talk about the Sally, they ain't selling what I'm selling)
(Talk about the Sally, they- they- they ain't-)
Find me trapping all through Shockoe Bottom
Your plug dryer than Nevada
Weather sunny, Sally clouded, hit that traffic, gotta light it
Light another for my dogs in the sky, got a shine
Got a .9 if a motherfucker wanna try me
Keep it G, all I know motherfucker
What you know bout the hustle? You ain't grown, got no muscle
Boy you soft, need a chew, what you want? I'ma do
What I want till I'm gone, I keep dropping till I drop, uh
(Woke up in the morning like where the fuck my blunt at?)
(99 the coach and I'ma make y'all pussy run laps)
(Woke up in the morning like where the fuck my blunt at?)
(Where the- where the- where the fuck my blunt at?)
I be slow riding, my windows down bumping Lil Ugly Mane
So much smoke spinning in the air, look like a hurricane
I'm with the dogs so it's a good day, don't come
And kill my vibe, lil bitch, cause 99 got good aim
Switching up lanes so much, you finna get motion sick
Don't need a persona, I'm already cold as a bitch
Don't got no time for a trick cause I'ma first round pick
You could go even check the stats and peep that I don't miss
(I'm that cracker with that pack, give them boys hiccups)
(Ain't a god damn drug have you feeling what I'm feeling)
(Big ass crib on the corner, you can barely see my ceiling, big ass-)
(Woke up in the morning like where the fuck my blunt at?)
(Where the- where the- where the fuck my blunt at?)
(99 the coach and I'ma make y'all
Pussy run laps, lapping all these pussies)
(When I'm dropping, you gon bump that)
(When I'm dropping, you gon bump that)
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