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GREEN
Southside Hoodlum
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Mike Dimes
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Wiz Khalifa
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What's up with that weed man
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes man
That's what I need
What's up with that weed man
We blowing trees
Money from these hoes man (ayo Schim run that shit back)
They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker
Clientele all on my phone
I went to Venice just to bone her and end up taking shawty home
I got bitches on my dick, won't leave me lone'
I keep it player I ain't worried 'bout a hater they gon' talk too much
(What's up with that weed man)
I'm the biggest fucking guppy in the tank, lil' baby
You need a ticket just to get a up in the place, lil' baby
I make a ticket every city in the states, lil' baby
I'm the shit prolly' how I got the stench, but lately
I been on the road for the riches
Tryna' double all my expenses
I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot (straight up)
But I'ma' prolly' be trippin' if I hear one more description
About a nigga having me and some lame in the same sentence, nigga
(What's up with that weed man)
'Cause I ain't even like that boy
Probably couldn't even write with the boy
Be mean all night to the boy
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I up this (shhh) and change the height of the boy
Swear they don't know me, don't wanna meet the old me
They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker
They try to tell me I'm a tailor, gangster, but I do it major
Weed, head, but I be with bangers
Why you talking to the coppers, not us
Why you trynna' stop us?
On them shrooms, we ain't pill poppers
Wanna book me, fly me private baby
Ride me baby, from the burb where they grimy baby
I been looking shiny lately, what the time say?
I can't even see the face
Stars in the roof make her think I'm outer space
They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper (yeah)
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker
I got options
Big 40 on my waist, feelin' cuffed
I'm on gas, bitch I'm coughing, what you need though?
I got hoes, pistol totin', moon walkin' till their knee's sore
Drank up in my gut and in my pee hoe
Shoot the shot like free throw
Tryin' shit, not me though
Drank's in my tee, hoe
Big mac and my heat close
Get popped through that peephole
They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker
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