Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.
Everyone already knows me, got the best weed in town
And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut
Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham
Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram
So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut
Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools
Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size
Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs
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