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Fruity strand blowing Minute Maid
You ain't finna pay I'm finna skate, X games
Aye keep it quiet, got a bitch I'm testing
20 niggas 20 backies in the section
Life direction more like jetsons
I'm at the Hilton drop the pack off at the Westin
Tell snoop pass the backie
You could play checkers on my baggage
In the field yeah I'm savage we play all-madden
Stack it for the future
I don't have to worry
Nigga I rather shoot ya
Shoot that shot, you nervous
Highlight of my life is highlight of the night
You know i always come alive when chillis on the line
Quick trip, that loosened fosset quick drip
I wish them enemies was outside of my shit
I Keep a stick
I keep a stick
I keep the stick
I am not a lick
I need a money pot that's bottomless
I know that pussy like a gynecologist
She keep the stick
She keep the stick
I'm on it
If you see me, I'm honest

Stay down in the fort like the Alamo
If a nigga want some of them problems he can come on
Nick cannon action, got the 40 with the drum hoe
Heard that bitch gone try to set me up
Yeah she a dumb hoe
Niggas mad at me cause my diamonds gone tumble
I need green like I came up in Humbolt
Niggas snitching so my ears open like dumbo
I told that bitch I’ll trade her for bands and some gumbo
I’m big fam , everything I do is jumbo
CBA, we stay together like a fucking cult
Them heels better look like you bout to run hoe
Run run go run run run go