Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Yea and this is something to think about
I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
It's my time, top it off with two pistols
Henny in my cup don't need no chase
Weed and rapping weed in jays
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