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Smoking on gas pack
I don't want your Snapchat
When we fuck, then I said, 'I don't wanna clap back'
In the mall, with my mom, fucking bitches with my Tom's
I don't give a fuck, designer on me but I'm getting guap

Too many drugs got me lifted, fucked up
Never catch me lackin I be posted with my guns up, geeked up
I cannot fuck with school
I cannot fuck with thots
Now I just bought her a bag
Run up to the check
Know my neck so cold, got me shivering
Big Glock beam pistol toting I ain't missing 'em
You a Smith & Wesson rapper, I'ma fuck yo' bitch like nigga
You a hating, watching boy, I'ma go and pass that blunt

Smoking on gas pack
I don't want your Snapchat
When we fuck, then I said, 'I don't wanna clap back'
In the mall, with my mom, fucking bitches with my Tom's
I don't give a fuck, designer on me but I'm getting guap
"Ayyay, by the river smoking swishers
Ay, fuck your girl, my main's sister
Ay, and it's winter, and it's snowing
Pour the boof please

Catch me at the party going ghost (uh)
I got new designer and I rock it head to toe (uh)
She said I'm a star so nigga had to watch me glow (ay)
Smoking chemicals (ay)
Smoking vegetables (uh)
I feel like a dream, money in my jeans
Like a movie scene, I be living royally
I be off the drugs, lose my memory
Do you remember me?
I'm on a better thi-ing

Drugs got me lifted, fucked up
Never catch me I be posted with my guns up, geeked up
I cannot fuck with school
I cannot fuck with hoes
Now I just bought her a bag
Run it up like a check
Know my neck so cold, got me shivering
Big Glock beam pistol toting I ain't missing 'em
You a Smith & Wesson rapper, I'ma fuck yo' bitch like nigga
You a hating, watching boy, I'ma go and pass that blunt

Smoking on gas pack
I don't want your snapchat
When we fuck, then I said, 'I don't wanna clap back'
In the mall, with my mom, fucking bitches with my Tom's
I don't give a fuck, designer on me but I'm getting guap

Ayyay, by the river smoking swishers

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