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All my niggas on that loud (feat @wasp )

All my niggas puffin on some kind of gas with a bad lung
Don’t give a fuck puffin sticky icky red eyes in faded and
Purp got me faded I’m so wasted I can sense your hatred
It’s complicated painting and waiting I’m saving I’m shaking form
A pound I can’t chill the fuck out zoned the fuck out
From a cloud I’m so proud to have some dough in my pockets
Gonna spend it on food and some fucking weed and some codeine
Tripping my ass off lean that purple green screen I took a tab
Of some acid now I’m seeing things and rings and all these
Mutafuckas wanna be pleased or when I get out of jail ima.
Get some more weed and these cops anit searching mym home
Stay the fuck out fighting shout about time. (Wasp )all my niggas on that loud, cloud nine with the sound
gas in the tank, but the tank in the ground
rolling like stones, but we rock with a crown
green like a forest, but the leaf weigh a pound
dope like the truth, but the proof in the smoke
fire in the booth, but the lava in my throat
pressure like diamonds, but we cook in the vault
stash in the walls, but the bricks never fault

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