Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga
Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina
Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk
Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that
I hit up my supplier and retired the market
Non-fictional is my dog like go fetch
You getting money? better check my french
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Then hit me up and we can cruise in my range rover
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
Novelty trapeze fleas
Cuz you gon' chase cheese
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,
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