Suicide depression,
Go where you ain't been
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through
Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass
She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash
When i get to warwick avenue
I'll fuck you dead pussy and you dead ass too
And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot
Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot
Take ur booty ass...and bitch plz start to run...
A couple years back ain't seen my vision
Pussy ass cop puffed is cigar, but thus far,
And my level is off, got a bigger cigar
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
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