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I put the beam on her face
Roll up the Kush and get baked
Who put the wood on the bape
Shawty got cake I ain't ask for a taste
I seen her ass put the cock in the safe
40 got mad Tupac's on her waist
Shorty I'm glad I did not on her face
That lil booty ain't copping a case
Big ass titties called Doc cause it's fake
I left the gram to decide what I make
Bro said you foul, the shit that you say
I said goodbye and watched all of em break
Now brodie He mad and he calling a wake
Why you got them thinking suicide cause it's do or die
on the day I hit rage
I put the beam on her face
Roll up the Kush and get baked
Who put the wood on the bape
Shawty got ass I ain't ask for a taste
I put the beam on her face
Roll up the Kush and get baked
Who put the wood on the bape
Shawty got ass, I ain't ask for a taste
Hang on to your dream, ignore the bullshit
Stick up to stick up and stick up the fake
Shawty I fuck he be calling her bae
Shawty took off and be calling him baeeee
Fuck boy niggas been the same
Corporate nigga tryna build a bank
Bitches chasing after a nigga Frank
I been legit while they be catching a case
Street nigga but a business, boy
I'm a business not a business boy
I can't fit cause my fit on point
Trap boy go and get em, Doink!
High price, hunnid billion boy
High point what you kill em for
Mills pearling send the auntie four
High tower send the power forward
Why you ain't take em to class yet
Risk-adjust another asset
Kush and a shooter with a hazmat
Telling FEMA, I need my blast back
Telling shorty bring that ass back
I'm the one that never blast gats
I'm just tryna get em past that
You could be a boss and toss the crack
He just bought some love and cost a rack