Yah
Yeah-yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Everybody geeked up, everybody off 'em
Everybody geeked up, everybody off 'em
Everybody geeked up, everybody off 'em
I got .223, it's on me, it's goin' off, uh
I don't wanna hear your beats, that shit awful
Yeah, yeah, too much weed, that shit awesome
Yeah, yeah, too much weed, that shit awesome
They don't wanna ride around me 'cause I get ???
In it ???, yeah, yeah, can you get out my home?
I'm all in the penthouse, put on Louis Vuitton
We got too much bands, time to go back home
I can't lie, I can't lie, I'm goin' back home
I can't lie, I can't lie, I'm goin' back home
We got so much bands, time to go back home
We got so much bands, time to go back home
Lil' bro gon' shoot that bitch, yeah, he got my back
They keep callin' my phone, I ain't answer jack (Woo, woo)
Tell me what you want, I ain't answerin' back
Been told them get the drugs, and now I won't answer that
Yeah, as long as I got my guns, and I ain't missin' that, yeah
The drugs, I got my guns, and I ain't missin' that, yeah
The drugs, I got my guns, and I ain't missin' that
Yeah, as long as I got my guns, hell no, I ain't missin' that
Everybody geeked up, everybody off 'em
Everybody geeked up, everybody off 'em
Everybody geeked up, everybody off 'em
I got .223, it's on me, it's goin' off, uh
I don't wanna hear your beats, that shit awful
Yeah, yeah, too much weed, that shit awesome
Yeah, yeah, too much weed, that shit awesome
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