Off that gas like I'ma hippie
Glock on me i keep that blicky
He talk down make him run like ricky
Can't fuck with a hoe that bitch too icky
Off these drugs yeah I feel trippy
My money tall and his shit mini My money tall yeah that shit long
Wit' a bitch her name dawn
My AR gon sing like a song
I'm smoking gas right out the bong
Bitch I'm a king you just a pawn
I'm counting green just like a lawn
I fuck th at hoe and then I'm gone
You can't tell me that I'm wrongOff that gas you know I'm tired
Glock on me so boy don't try
He run up that boy gon die
Blood all on his tee tie dye
Glock on me I got that fye
Glock on me I got that heat
Ring that bell just like I'm yeat
Bullets put that boy to sleepIn this shit I'm way too deep
Yo' man a lame that boy a creep
She jump on my dick she gon leap
That money counter goin' beep
My money strong and his shit weak
I fucked his hoe that bitch a freak
She ride on me just like a seatShe just want me she know that I'm next, yuh
AR Pistol yeah you know I keep it on the dresser
Bad bitch wanna fuck me yeah she seen I skrrt that Tesla
He rockin that Nike you know I'm in that MargielaOff that gas like I'ma hippie
Glock on me i keep that blicky
He talk down make him run like ricky
Can't fuck with a hoe that bitch too icky
Off these drugs yeah I feel trippy
My money tall and his shit miniMy money tall yeah that shit long
Wit' a bitch her name dawn
My AR gon sing like a song
I'm smoking gas right out the bong
Bitch I'm a king you just a pawn
I'm counting green just like a lawn
I fuck th at hoe and then I'm gone
You can't tell me that I'm wrongYeah, yeah, you can't tell me that I'm wrong

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