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(专辑: Accidental Shit Talkin - 2020)


(It's a Wayne beat)
Twenty racks cash, a pint of, alright
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Twenty racks cash, a pint of glass, and a K on me
Told kid dog should just claim KrispyLife, I put a K on him
Put a lot of ice in the cup, pour an eight on it
Drinking fours of Wock' every day, putting weight on me
Oh, we was talking 'bout a gun? Mine stay on me
Last year I told my Cali bitch I'm coming west, she still waiting on me
Treat they block like a blank canvas, I'ma paint on it
I thought you poured a deuce in here, why I don't taste nothin'?
Million dollars cash, any less is unacceptable
Tryna fuck, but she text back too fast, kinda skeptical
If I had a life jacket and you was drowning, I wouldn't rescue you
Walk up on a random bitch, I wanna have sex with you
Look, bitch, if you ain't tryna book a show, I ain't texting you
Bitch, I know you fucked Ray, I ain't question you
I wanna buy a pint, a eight, a six, and an extra two
Oh, your brother from the Regencys, I can't mess with you
I'm in a trash bag, man, y'all niggas in a store bag
Seen Mike with a half a 'bow and bought the whole bag
I feel like Joe, I got a bunch of hoes like 4sho Mag
Can't believe Michael kids sold the drank, man, I'm so mad
I just left out niggas' hood, I'm finna go back
Nigga, you wasn't really in the hood, that's a throwback
I'm always the first to start shooting, I don't blow back
I know I got two pints of Wock', where some more at?
I just cut into Jasmine, where Simone at?
I be walking up on random hoes like, "Where your phone at?"
Seen Lil D drop thirty shots where the store at
Me and Lil E drunk forty pops, why we so fat
You only got thirty-five hundred for a verse, I don't want that
Oh, you ain't get your weed from A1? I can't smoke that
Last nigga parked his shoes here got a toetag
Fuck around and bought an eight of cut, drunk two deuces, took a four back
In a nigga hood, down south selling dope sacks
Asking all the bad ratchet hoes where the store at
Alright, I already fucked Cakes, where Moe at?
Fuck around and wake a bitch up like, "Where your clothes at?"
Your nigga wear court jeans, I don't even wear Amiri
Niggas wearing lab diamonds, looking so silly
I don't carry four-fives no more, only ten millis
Had twenty hoes, left 'em all, only ten miss me
Oh, the nigga acting freaky? FN kiss him
Tongue kiss, got a drum kit, that's a big fifty
Today, I'm blessing, buy a drumstick and get six biscuits
Young bitch asked a dumb question, I dismissed her
Bum bitch with some small Uggs and some big Miss Mes
The life I live, should've been with Kidd, 'cause my fit crispy
Just sold dog a cut line of red for like six-fifty
Hundred Percocets, taking forty, I'ma flip sixty

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck going on
I ain't even mean to do this song for real
This was a mistake
Yeah

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