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[Intro] (I'm not into you) Yeah, we hit makers, pshew [Verse 1: Yeat] I took a Perc', but I think I need more I took a five, seven, six, five, four (Bop) Gotta get high everyday, of course, oh yeah (Oh yeah) We going way, way, way off course (Skrrt) Yeah, gotta thank God, could've been much worse (Yeah) I'm 'bout to flick all my 'Woods with a torch I was just sitting back, back on the porch (Skrrt) I was just sitting with the lean, when I told her (What?) I gotta pray to the horse, yeah, the Porche I already told you, yeah, I am a savage, but you wanted to ignore and act like you ain't know Put the H on her belt for the Hermes or honesty Being broke, that is not findin' me (No) Bro selling chickens, I call 'em a Jollibee (Brrt) Y-E-A-T, they done fucked up the spelling-bee (Eugh) But I really know you're broke (Broke), yeah, eugh I don't claim shit, but you know I tote, eugh (Phew) Life could be hard, boy, this shit no joke, eugh (Eugh) I'm 'bout to pass all this shit to my bro, eugh (Eugh) [Verse 2: Izaya Tiji] You want the 30 or 5010? I see the fake through Valentino lens Yeah, I see the fake what you do to your friends I don't do the drama, I don't do the drama (No) I remember I was cooking for yo' mama, well I got over yo' ex that got so stale bro Got over yo' ex then got so shell bro Boy, you know I ride with them gorillas Pop a lil' Oxy', lil' boy you know we still on We keep in the Codeine ship in stock Yeah, hop out the Honda, then hop in a Porsche Yeah, we get some racks, but I need some more You know I'm fly, not been a tourist Niggas on read, but I'm in her neck I send a thousand they climb on ya leg You ain't getting money up, then we take it by force We put a lil' Louis bag on ya head I took a Perc', but I think I need more, I pop a 56654 You talkin' on the gang, we unload, (you)