They prefer to go to parties or participate in shootings
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,
You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little
Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,
Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys
My friends were off at school
Iced out, okay cool
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
2:26 // verse 2: you went to the girls school, in the year below me
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