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Yeah (Yeah-uh)
You won't catch me in your way to get caught up in your bullshit
Roll me up some dank in the morning, light and pull it
Spit the real on stage, like a pastor on his pulpit (Hey-yeah, on his pulpit)
Wait, niggas talk a lot, they don't really do shit (Pfft, they don't do shit)
800 milligram, my bro pop a blue bitch (Hey-yeah, yeah, that blue bitch)
Aye, I just pop out fresh, they know Xhulooo flu sick (Yeah-uh, yeah, flu sick)
Take, that Balenciaga, mix it with new Rick, okay (Uh-huh, yeah, with new Rick)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (Aye)
I'm tryna push up to that show in all black Wraith (Yeah)
My ski gon' wipe your nose, my word is all it take (Okay)
I really cook up on the beat, I'm bout to bake (Huh)
We got your speakers bangin', hear the 808 (Yeah, uh-yeah)
They looking at just what I do, get out my face (Get out my face, yeah)
And to be frank, I promise you it ain't bout bread, I'm not gon' chase (I'm not gon' chase you)
Feel like a diamond, your hoe get aced (Your hoe get aced, yeah)
Said she like Joeyy, and she like singing cake (Singing cake, yeah)
I know them boys wanna try it, I bet they ain't on Nan
I roll up ZaZa Runtz, gut this Backwood in a tray
I ain't mean to get in your way
Yeah (Yeah-uh)
You won't catch me in your way to get caught up in your bullshit
Roll me up some dank in the morning, light and pull it
Spit the real on stage, like a pastor on his pulpit (Hey-yeah, on his pulpit)
Wait, niggas talk a lot, they don't really do shit (Pfft, they don't do shit)
800 milligram, my bro pop a blue bitch (Hey-yeah, yeah, that blue bitch)
Aye, I just pop out fresh, they know Xhulooo flu sick (Yeah-uh, yeah, flu sick)
Take, that Balenciaga, mix it with new Rick, okay (Okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o- (Yeah-uh)
You won't catch me in your way to get caught up in your bullshit
Roll me up some dank in the morning, light and pull it
Spit the real on stage, like a pastor on his pulpit (Hey-yeah, on his pulpit)
(Pfft, bee, bee!)
(Bee, yeah)
(Aye, yeah)(Gang, gang, gang)