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If you tryna get a bag, there ain't no time to sleep
Went to the plug to re-up, my fifth time this week (Ohh my god)
I can't never match with niggas, they bag so cheap
When I smoke my bag in the stu, it bring out my inner chi
I don't even rap for free, bitch, you gotta pay that fee
Punch a nigga in his head, boy, don't you play with me
In some tinted, by my lonely Rolling, over east
I'ma look out for all my niggas, swear that we all gon' eat
Gotta calm them niggas down, they always tryna tweak
I don't even want your convo, bitch, don't speak to me
Quiet nigga, don't talk, but don't think it's sweet
Let a nigga try something, then I'm blown him
Run a nigga down in some Dunk lows
Kidnap a nigga, cut him up, then his case closed
She tryna put it in her mouth, but it won't go
I was really out there trappin' in the same clothes
Never had no big money, but it's about to change, though
Tell a bitch a dumb lie, like I see the rainbow
Then she asked me, did I love her? Said, I don't know
I'm a skinny nigga, but I always kept a big pole
Niggas goin' broke over bitches, couldn't see it
Sittin' on your ass while you broke, it couldn't be me
Your ass out here really wishin' you need a genie
And I'm trappin' in the snow, like, f*ck with my beanie
Gooo, wait, that's the crib, I'm about to up pole
Them niggas in there really scared, peekin' out the windows
If I don't got it, we gon' fight, f*ck it, you get beat on
Stomp a nigga in the face and I'ma send that boy home (Gooo)
If you tryna get a bag, there ain't no time to sleep
Went to the plug to re-up my fifth time this week
(Ohh my god)
I can't never match wit niggas, cause they bag too weak
When I smoke my bag in the stu, it bring out my inner chi
I don't even rap for free, bitch, you gotta pay that fee
Punch a nigga in his head, ho, don't you play with me
I be in some tint, by my lonely, rollin' over east
I'ma look out for all my niggas, yeah, we all gon' eat
Gotta calm them niggas down, they always tryna tweak
Shoot a nigga's hands off if he tryna reach
Watch your nigga, he gon' steal that boy a leach
Your girl doin' tricks on the dick, that bitch a freak
Rollin' through the hood, window down, I'm like, what up
This bitch made me mad, now I'm tryna roll the wood up
Your bitch ain't even bad, she can't even get my wood up
Them niggas really hoes, this 23 ah do a mag dump
Niggas think what they dick, lose they life tryna hump
And you know I got the Glock, my Brodie got the pump
There ain't no room in the car, put him in the trunk
Punch a nigga in his face, I'm tryna f*ck him up
Now I'm back active, yeah, I'm back rapping
Campus back open, I got the call, so we back trapping
Keep spinning niggas' blocks, damn, I keep back trackin'
The opps keep dying, we roll him up, and we keep laughing (Goofys)
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