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smoking the cactus like travis scott

ask if i got money bitch yes i do

call me 21 savage i get a lot

im writing rhymes like im doctor seus

and bitch yeah im high like a astronaut

im getting bread like a damn croissant

skkrt in the whip like its autobaun

pullin the trigger like on and off

 

gimme my space this bitch bout get aired out

fuck on yo bitch she pulling her pants down

got on this vlone you know that i stand out

smoking that grass grown straight from the warehouse

you smoking that glass like it was made from sand now

you hate on my shit but yeah i got bands now

now all the sudden you my fucking fan now

 

fuck on yo bitch

40 my hip

i seeing 12 so i gotta dip

i got a eighth dont wan catch a case

i stole yo bitch and i nut on her face

 

pourin that purp and im smokin propane

i got that strab you can call me cobain

aim at yo brain

leavin a stain

12 bring me in i aint sayin no names

 

i got this water like fiji

bitches all wish they could be me

my shit is exallent bees knees

my shit is exquisite you see me

that shit got me laughing like tee hee

that gold it is yellow like pee pee

that shit got me slumped got me sleepy

my strap yeah it spray like graffiti

 

i just went pooped me a addy

say that you hard well send me the addy

i got these stacks i call them a fatty

pulled me a bitch and yeah she a baddie

dont even remember her name

i think ill just call her maddie