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Two klocks, sippin' on this Wok, Pourin' up the lean, I'm a fiend, I need to stop
Call me Blueface, I'll leave a mess and then I mop
But if I make a scene, won't you ever call the cops

Pouring straight purple out a cup at a gas station
Smokin' on Ganja, straight puffin', man, it's pure Jamaican
Might take an acid, now I'm trippin', I am not fakin'
Don't give a f*ck, that lil' bitch likes that booty shakin'

Grabbin' a bag, we makin' money, we ain't never stoppin'
Sippin' that liquor, bring out the bourbon, get the bottles poppin'
Sucka talk crazy, I'm makin' sure that the body droppin'
Why you talkin'? When you know, brother, get to moppin'

I've been munchin' on Pringles all day, I'm a fat fucker
Shorty say she want me, but I don't even really wanna f*ck her
People always talkin' shit, like, stop bein' a goofy sucker
Man, my blunts look like pirouettes, they gonna put me under

White dude from the suburbs, but I'm still gonna keep my chopper
40 in the basement, just in case that I gotta stop her
Went out to Senegal, got treated by a witch doctor
Punched a talkin' goofy in his face, but I am not no boxer

Shorty trippin', she ain't even takin' acid
Shorty head game weak, so you know that it stay flaccid
I'm a white boy, so you know it is not massive
Call my homie up to get a dumb sucker blasted

Check Snap, got a hundred notifications
It's only valid if it's purely a good Jamaican
not Sacramento, this just an imitation
Bitch, I'm from the D, we turn it up, don't need no demonstration

Brought the heater, no, I'm never keepin' ventilation
Had to teach that boy that I'm the New Street administration
Brought the army, and I'm not talkin' salvation
What's under the seat cochise make anticipations

His chain fake, like, no, it is not expensive
Blood pressure high, he takin' antihypertensives
Tried to walk him down, but that boy took the offensive
Brodie texting bitches like that boy was too expensive

I'm boutabag like my homies name is DB
I wanna to blow up Maybe one day get on TV
I wanna walk around, and then 100 people see me
They ask me for my autograph, and I'll put it on a CD

Do you understand at all how hoes treat me
I get no bitches like I'm all men, believe me
Talk about all this game, but it ain't even happenin'
The second that a sucker talk shit, I'm finna slap him

Took his soul, just because I felt like it
Wait, hold on, that's a pause, not gonna fight about it
It's so dry out here, the way the pussy drought hit
Bro talkin' bout all these bands, but I doubt it

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