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Roll another blunt, roll another blunt, nigga
Smoking thrax, smoking thrax, smoke-blow out my window
(I hate you, Big Chase) r-roll another blunt, roll another blunt, nigga
Smoking thrax, smoking thrax, smoke-blow out my window
R-roll another blunt, roll another blunt, nigga
Smoking thrax, smoking thrax, smoke-blow out my window
R-roll another blunt, roll another blunt, nigga
Smoking thrax, smoking thrax, smoke-blow out my window (yuh, ay, ay)
If you want problems, bitch, don't hold up, let's get straight to it
My bullets fly just like a white dad on a lake shootin'
The west side where I'm from and where the gang movin'
This motherfucker wanna test me, but he straight stupid
Bitch, I like to get it on, sittin' on a million
If I killed myself back then, I probably wouldn't have made it on
Bitch, I like to keep the chrome, book it like I see the police
This is owned granite counters, I ain't paying no lease
Like what's your problem, bitch?
I'm smoking out the fifth
I got this brand-new fucking .40
Box is full of tips
I'm indecisive, shit
The-the Beamer or the 'Vette?
I'm on the road, sipping on dirty fours
You sipping on counterfeit
Lil' bitch, I'm on one
Look at my motherfuckin' crib, look at my motherfuckin' face
Looking at all of the chips
I front to a bitch, I don't got no motherfuckin' cake
I've been to L.A.
I've been drivin' whips that spin, with stars in the Wraith
You famine and fake
Lil' boy, I just bagged yo' bitch and told her to stay
Just the other day
Looking at the money in the bank, what it say?
A mil' that I've been sittin' on
Accountant need a break (need a break)
Yeah, I need a break, need a break (yuh)
Yeah (ay, ay), I need a break
If you want problems, bitch, don't hold up, let's get straight to it
My bullets fly just like a white dad on a lake shootin'
The west side where I'm from and where the gang movin'