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$crim
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(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
(Lonely boy)
Turn me up
Yeah, piped up, can't calm down
War time feel like John Brown
Cult sippin' poison like Jonestown
All my dogs chained like a dog pound
Gotta keep it on, never know the fit you gon' die in
Sellin' out arenas, fuckin' porn stars like Zion
All them fuckin' meds, how you ain't dead? It's called science
Pull up with the gang, we gon' start a muh'fuckin' riot
Light 'em up
Light 'em up
Had to go run me that
Had to go run me that bag up
Soulja Boy, turnin' my swag up
I ain't the one to be mad at
She givin' me head in a Staff hat
But I ain't really in the mood
I done popped off more than I can count, all I know is I can't move
Lemme find my groove
Lemme find my groove
Lemme find my groove
Hop out the 6x6, can barely turn it
I'm poppin' on Xanny, Molly got me shirtless
Tony the Tiger my Lambo, swervin' that Urus
Uncut dope straight virgin, servin' the purest
Hoe can't look at my diamonds, makin' her head hurt
Boy pulled up in a white tee, left in a red shirt
Fuck they talkin' 'bout motion? We on pressure
Twenty-somethin' pharmaceuticals on my dresser
Bitch, she spit off the top, head off the radar
Pull up, we spin that block, spare all the neighbors
Fuck they talkin' 'bout smoke? Bring our the vapor
Twenty-thou' just for the belt, Chrome Heart gator
Yeah, I been feelin' myself, havin' my own way
I don't be givin' no fucks, I'm tattin' my whole face
All of my opps on gossip, fuck what a hoe say
Chop blowin' through they gang, my blick too gay
Courtside with a pair of sticks like 2K
Courtside with a bad bitch, yellin', "Shoot Trey"
Gah damn, I'm
Gah damn, I'm too up
Gah damn, I'm
Gah damn, I'm too up
Gah damn, I'm
Gah damn, I'm too up
Gah damn, I'm
Gah damn, I'm too up
Hop out the 6x6, can barely turn it
I'm poppin' on Xanny, Molly got me shirtless
Tony the Tiger my Lambo, swervin' that Urus
Uncut dope straight virgin, servin' the purest
Hoe can't look at my diamonds, makin' her head hurt
Boy pulled up in a white tee, left in a red shirt
Fuck they talkin' 'bout motion? We on pressure
Twenty-somethin' pharmaceuticals on my dresser
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