Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Got my foot on the gas
With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,
I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants
Make him inhale the gas fumes
Still got my nike boots
It's too turned going up like gas
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Lord lord forgive us, personality clash
Because there's no fuel to hold our gas
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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