Away

Gentlemen, this is a five-hundred-a-plate dinner Oh, five hundred, oh, okay Alright, no problem Put us down for four star Bitch, they heard we taxing Pull up tryna match that bullshit, nigga, we scrapping 40, that's my bae, I can't hold her like a weak bladder Pop a nigga, then forget about it couple weeks after Everything me and Rio get on, they say we snapping Put some pressure on him, he gonna break, weak plastic Hit the road, poured up an eight, then took a deep napper Told bro I know how to punch, he threw a piece at me Drink an eight and smoke a whole zip, now I got energy Blew his head off from far away, J. F. Kennedy They gave my uncle life for selling dope and he sixty-three Barack came in office in '08 and gave him clemency I'm still killing Tay; he stole my bike in elementary Bumped into his ass last year like, "You remember me?" Shot him in his leg with a K, they call him Limpy T I used to be a fiend; I would've killed you for a zip of lean Smoke a nigga, then smoke a zip, then move to Tennessee I'm taxing for the power, Consumers Energy In the USA making a play, my shoes from Italy Caught a case out the States, blew up an embassy I got some little circle orange pills, I want one-ten a piece Johnny caged a nigga at the store, I should've finished him Bust a nigga watermelon open with a lemon squeeze All I really smoke is Pink Runtz and Billy Kimber weed Finna pull up on Freaky T, he got some different weed Gelato 33 and Oreo Cake, I get it ten a G Had my white boy crack your safe for a hit of clean New AR came with more legs than a centipede Bitch, I'm finna act dangerous Hi-tech, Wockhardt, and Morton cool, but that Act' dangerous Bro told me to leave the streets alone, but I'm back dangling Bought my bitch some Louis, took them back, she got fat ankles I just smoked a half, now I look like a Black Asian Made her sell ass on Craigslist, I couldn't Backpage it Hit her, now she walking with a hunch, I'm a back-breaker Take the soft, drop it in the pot, I'm a crack maker Pussy, you don't want static Drunk the pint before I even bought it, I'm a dope addict Bought a Scat' but it wasn't loud enough, I added Flowmasters Boog grew a pound in thirty days, he a grow-master Rob a nigga, pop his ass once, he gets a poke after Tape his son up, then hit the E-way in Roadmaster Poured a six in a small pop, it tastes so nasty Let the hoes suck my dick at once, it makes them both happy Uncle still buying 3X tees, man, he so corny Counted up ten bands in all blues, me so horny Dog ain't have no money for a feat', he threw me two 40s Did a show for eleven hundred, but only threw forty Ay, let's get this shit popping Plugged in, I can get the R's for six dollars 'Cause my son like steak, he ain't ever ate no McDonald's Left school and went straight to work like I skipped college I ain't had no job, my first sale was my bitch mama Rollie fake as hell, I can hear that bitch tick tocking Niggas fucked up, do anything for a quick dollar Niggas said I'm broke, that's like saying you seen a sick doctor What is this? What is this? Where's all the money? That's as good as money, sir Those are I.O.U.'s Go ahead and add it up, every cent's accounted for Look, see this? That's a car, two hundred and seventy-five thousand Might wanna hang onto that one

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