I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt
Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
These pussy niggas talking bout they clean like crisco
We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
Yeahh man you know what im talking bout
Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks
Yes im talking bout the plants
And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack
For everything i lost tell em i want it all back
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
I'm not talking bout treatment of the royalty,
Better not be talking bout me you'll need protection
I know they pay me too much of attention
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
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