My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me
And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Heard the sound of several gun shots
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet
Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
Put it all on the table, do it like a menu
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