Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!
All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash
To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Everlasting never in the dirt or grass
I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,
To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass
Because im like flash mother fucker, i dash, laid on the grass
Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass
And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
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