2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes
'cause late in the night she'll be stoning my windows
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh
That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle
Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's
I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her
And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever
Now, if you was the last man walking on earth
She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures
And the windows are tinted.
The master of this rap shit
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