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(앨범: No Hooks II - 2017)


Your bitch is a gunner
Ride foreigns in the summer
Pop pills, smoke weed
I'm the plug with the drugs, I got what you need
Big rims on Tuxs
Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck
A dose, shut the lights
I done dodged fast cars yeah I'm running lights
Highspeed, Hellcat
Hell nah, hella nah ain't no catching that
Fuck your bitch from the back
Hell naw, I ain't want her you can have her back
Forgiatos mounted up
Check a big bag of money then I count it up
Homicides, zip 'em up
He ain't breathing tell the coroners go and pick 'em up
Pull up, slide doors
Blue strips, open doors
Designer drugs, designer clothes
Designer hoes, designer coats
New whips, pigeon toe
New ice, rose gold
New price, show sold
Bankrolls don't fold
Rocks, blows, we sell doughs
So strong make a junkie itch blow
Water whipping, I broke the stove
Now I got dope residue all on my clothes
Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too
You a killer, April Fools
Nigga get this shit confused you gon' make the news
Dealerships, foreign whips
Cash out, poker chips
Thick bitch, mean walk
Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk
These niggas all talk
Hit the mall fuck it off, fuck what I brought
These niggas throw salt
They just made cause they broke, ain't my fault
Follow the trails, I'm dripping sauce
Leg hanging out the car cause my doors off
He off lean, he dosed off
He ain't see me coming with that Mossberg sawed off
Popping pills let me be great
Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8
Pappadeaux and steak
Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate
Presidential, Obama
Naw not the president I'm talking marijuana
My eyes low off, I'm high off ganja
Dawg changed, I can't see you call me Stevie Wonder
In the strip club throwing ones
I'm standing on the bar, showing out
These Gucci shoes ain't coming out
Donuts, burnt outs
Nascar, fast car watch the engine 'bout
See a lame point 'em out
My homie tweaking off the shit, he'll knock 'em out
Your time is running out
We'll turn a nigga house to a haunted house
I get it by the large amout
I hit my plug for the drugs if I'm running out

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