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Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oh man, goddamn
Oh man, goddamn, oh man, goddamn
Oh man, goddamn, oh man, goddamn
Oh man, goddamn, oh man, goddamn
Oh man, goddamn, oh man, goddamn yeah, yeah

Ayy, airbase, Wock' poured, dumbfound
Soft case, M4 gun sound
Tris, Tris, Tris, pouring green in a compound
Sip, sip, sip, boy
Your team in the background

Boy, this gas got me coughing
Laying in a coffin
Your brother do that often
Bad lil' bitch from Austin
Turned into a goblin
I can't afford to focus, blueface on me
J mcLaughlin die 'bout a body
Let's see where that leave him
I'm in the crib weak as fuck off the reefer
Too many hoes on the line, need a beeper
An arm and a leg for a eight bar feature
Like, you gotta be kidding me
Fuck around, shoot when he in my vicinity
All of these mini-me's, they want belittle me
Go get a job, LOL, you killing me
Smoking on pressure, left in a stretcher
(Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah)
Put on a header, how he get deader
(Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah)
Reefuh so clever, boy an endeavor
(Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah)
Hand on the lever, boy, get better
(Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah)

Ho, it's daddy's birthday
Come say, "What's up, " to a young thug
Pour up a eight, it's some dirt
Now my cup mud
Like boy, you so late, ain't even worth
You a damn dud

(Ha ha ha ha)
Damn, that boy look stupid as fuck
I gotta say that, I get the money
I'm counting my motherfucking bucks
Why they all talking on me?
Like, damn, they songs, they suck
Why they all talking on me? Like, damn
Leave 'em in dust
I just be counting my cheddar
I'm counting my money, i'm counting my bills
I be like slow that shit right down
I need my fucking mills
Fuck all them prescriptions, bitch
I can't even fuck with no damn pills
I'm just smoking cookies in the crib
I can't even tell what's real

Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah
Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah
Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah
Body-body-body-body-body-body, yeah

Damn damn, that boy look stupid as fuck
He not talking 'bout money, lil' bro bust
The broke boy muff (Goodbye)
Tris, Tris, Tris, boy
This drank got me stuck
Sip, sip, sip, I'm riding 'round town
I'ma carry my gun

Ayy, airbase, Wock' poured, dumbfound
Soft case, M4 gun sound
Tris, Tris, Tris, pouring green in a compound
Sip, sip, sip, boy
Your team in the background

Ooh oh oh oh oh (Bah, pop)
Ooh oh oh oh oh (Skrrt) ooh oh oh oh oh
Ooh oh oh oh oh