A couple milli in the bag and my face good
Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,
If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"
From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded
He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,
I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains
I go harder than a gay man when he masterbates
You in debt to the game success is expected
Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,
Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck
If he has a wire and says to a g "what's up?"
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.
He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
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