An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,
You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that
Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
You based your life off of 50's shit
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that
Wonder if they take it all back
What will your exes think of that.
She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
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