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God damn I'm smoking hillard pack
Deco rolling woods back to back having asthma attacks
Got so many hoes I can pick and choose off the rack
Yeah you can have my old hoe, yeah I'm fine with that
Brain so good almost had a damn heart attack
Bitch ate the dick like god damn shark attack
God damn I smoke more than Wiz Khalifa
Bitch head game so fire I had to nickname her sativa
This chop got big titties like a mothafuckin' diva
Bitch slid in my DM's but I had to cut her off
Nigga think he was tough, I could tell that he soft
Bitch take your shoes off, no dirtying my loft
I be swerving in & out these lanes, damn you can't stop me
By the way he hold that gun I can tell he shoot sloppy
Bitch begging for the dick, I told her just top me
I'm still waiting for my fucking opps to come drop me
They don't wanna do it nigga, they don't wanna take a risk
Sometimes you gotta take a chance to ice out your wrist
Sometimes you gotta take that chance to get a bad bitch
What I'm smoking on? Hillard pack, you rolling cabbage
Bitch asked do I miss her? huh, maybe a tad bit
But you gon' have to try to upgrade cuz you still average
I got my own car and crib, god damn I'm really having it
Disappeared on that lil bitch like a magic trick
Just got a text like, damn where'd you go?
Had to go & get some money, had to go & hit the road
I can serve you a pack and a bowl in one load
If you ain't got no bands for me bitch you can go
I told that bitch you can leave, just spread some bands out you can call that a sleeve
Just spent $300 on some damn purple jeans
God damn I'm fresh as a bitch, my fit too clean
You can't afford what I wear
When I hop out the car these bitches stop and stare
Nigga reach for a chain, heh, don't you dare
My nigga pull up broad day and shoot you there