This is a song about "Nick koby pine lean glock hoes"

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

It's always been the pine, to ease my mind,

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

And i sip on the lean

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