That tre five seven stay tuck
Well, um, there's a but
Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,
Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room
Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)
I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/
Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice
I find dimes like nine - five
You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife
They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.
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