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Okay, 30 got my geeked, I can't speak for myself
She say when I'm high it's like I'm screaming for help
We skrrt in them foreigns and we do this shit daily
I just hit 120 in a Ghost right in the Main Street
I'm whipping the Arm & Hammer base what they can't see
From the way I cook the dope, the trap god done thanked me
Bad bitch up in the passenger, she yelling "Spank me"
Told Teev I'm too high, I put a eight inside a damn three
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me

On them beans, should I tweak for my health
I just made a hundred off of plays, this ain't fair
She said she got jwets so I just beat it then I laugh
She said "You a demon, I could feel it from your breath"
And it's only Off White Mason Mihara when I step
And all that bullshit to the left 'cause you ain't creeping in my ear
And it's a hundred round drum 556 inside the clip
She give me neck, it's going down but I ain't Young Joc, ho, you dig
I was thirteen running round the block, dirty ass sig
Walk up in your momma house with that dope, I got that shit
Momma told me one thing, never trick up on that bitch
Racks gon' keep that K on him 'cause trigger finger gon' itch
They was yelling like Zay go spin but that shit ain't make no sense
I'm a million dollar lil young nigga, my lawyer in defense
Always gon' keep the dead on me, when the opps come they tense
On the real I was just dead when I started out with just ten
Okay, okay, okay

Okay, 30 got my geeked, I can't speak for myself
She say when I'm high it's like I'm screaming for help
We skrrt in them foreigns and we do this shit daily
I just hit 120 in a Ghost right in the Main Street
I'm whipping the Arm & Hammer base what they can't see
From the way I cook the dope, the trap god done thanked me
Bad bitch up in the passenger, she yelling "Spank me"
Told Teev I'm too high, I put a eight inside a damn three
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me
Honey Buns inside my hand, these niggas mad they ain't me

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