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I drop it gotta lose it!/ 
Gorilla glue hits blast the music blow a bag or two bitch!/
I mix some blue shit new zip Og Dutch or backwoods to it!/
Now

Say you'll make me suffer
You think you may be tougher
Got your head in a bucket o'glue
You say you got a gun
You're gonna get a bead on me
Turn

the drip you can see by the way I walk
And your girl just saw me so she can complement on my walls
Yeah she ask me what the time is but sorry it doesn't talk

do
No way in hell I be gettin' dissed by a phony like you
Ah shit
You 'bout to get a whole ear full, I'm here 'til
Someone shuts me up but I'll never

Yeah
Live from the bottom of the map
With the buddah burning heavy
By the bottle of the jack
I been working daily man I never get a pass
So I gotta

took a dab look at that
Let out a laugh hell yeah smokin' gas
Always dreamed of moving bags legal trap
Right now just smokin' pack and makin cash
By noon

Bitches do anything for a check
I ain't tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike
Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me

Yeah
Yours truly, yeah
Need you by my side (Yeah)
Girl, is you a ride or die? Ay
Tell me now 'cause I really gotta know
I'm as real as they come, I

Tight with it nigga just like
That glue gorilla
The writer and the spitter
Pay-rolling on you niggas
I'm colder than the winter
Might wanna bring

see a murals while we hit the glue, Lost angels got my back watching every move, They look savage, but with me everybody cool, cause g’s respect G’s

by the bling
Exterminatin' fakes like crooked jakes
Killin' for high stakes
Guarantee that it's my fate to be
Remembered as one of the greats
No matter

I'ma fold up the stock, then we shooting it up
All bout my bills feel like Donald the Duck Garage in the hills hold the double R truck
Choppa like glue

(Sizzy)
(Macloud, Miksu, pass out)
Ah

Ring an mei'm Finger, flawless Baguette (Baguette)
Brauche mehr Prada, ich blow' eine Bag (Che)
Check

Is missed you much and then missed you some more



Unpack my bags, put on some tunes

But all it did was make me think of you

Now I'm a wreck, I miss

my spare time
Either ride hard wit' us you a spare tire
Got a few go getters on standby
Only few real niggas that I stand by
Met a real cool