Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
I'm hoping i'm ropin' the trojan
Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.
Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
You act so gangster and hood but really you're too wrecked
I ain't trynna be politically correct
Fuck the dea and fuck the feds
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
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