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Ay this sum 512
I'm getting high banging screw
You already drank one
Nigga why not two
Bitch Im sitting on my ass
And Im still counting bread
She still want me nigga fuck what you said
I aint gotta show thread because you saw what she did
Bitch Im loose as a goose
Dont fucking get me started
Im chugging while alone
I aint even at a party
My homie ready for a lick
He just tryna make a nick
Still cant believe nigga's said he die for this shit
Bitch Im gone off the bottle
Shit make me wanna waddle
Yeah we all putting work in
And niggas talking turkey
So we all saying gobble
Shit leaning off the syrup
Got my words slurring and my legs aint working
Nigga cant stop burping
If you aint gone be gang then at least keep the maintain in
Then bitch dont be hating
Call my bro for a re up
Everybody stackin everybody gotta T up
Found out that they was fake
Dont give a fuck still went to sell more
Cause I gotta stack bank
Bro just bought a strap
Came wit a beam and 30 round
Yeah so my nigga won't lack
Paranoid than a bitch when I run around here
Nigga's drive to slow
Police on the stroll
Gunshots all you hear
10 years old when I did my first jack
And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse back
Broke in that bitch but shit wouldnt budge
But shit I took all da bread and I ain't leave a crumb
Countin up green like Celtics
Bitch not Boston
Asked me where I'm from bitch I'm from Austin
Writin my lyrics just drunk than a bitch
Chugging down the liqour downin this shit
Keep saying that shit but do you wanna ride?
Just making sure don't catch bitch when its time
I run through the Nawf
Head back home, count up my dough