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[Intro]
You know?
I need atleast a 'pliff, joint or two, man
We talkin' butter and all that, man
Hold on, let that breathe, I don't, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh

[Verse]
Fuck with this, told 'em make 'em fuck with this
Fuck with some fly bitches
Turn it up to this
You can fuck with this
Yeah, you can fuck with this
Fly shit
Make 'em fuck with this
When I wake up in the mornin' [?] numbers big?
Huh?
Such much pain, I be numb to shit
I don't know even why he tryna run up, keep a gun in the whip
Over the stove
Bet the butter get whipped
Huh?
GUNS&BUTTER, bitch, huh?
Fuck with—, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck with this
Thanks for fly bitches
Turn it up to this
Aha
Need to fuck with this
Why you fuck with him?
Ballin', I done hit above the rim
I don't fuck with him
Drink Tequila, then do-do it again
Do it again
Next weekend it get too rainy, friеnds
We can do it again, hey, hey
Fuck with this, fly shit
Fuck with this
Whеn I wake up in the mornin' all I can think about is them numbers big
So much pain, it's like we numb to shit (Aha)
Gone wishin' you better than this