Noite, eu escuto o caçador
Pastor, I ain't gonna lie, I changed my number on my pastor
She was horny so I had to pull a baby faster
Yeah
Tweakin', geekin', walking with a dagger
Yeah
Her last nigga pussy, so she got somebody blacker
Fuck nigga wanna get smokey, he a actor
Talk shit and then my doggy flee to New York
He grew up in a project building, still jumped off a porch
Told her ride it like a horse
Beatin' down the block with a pack that leave you hoarse
Yeah
A pill that leave you blind
Yeah
These niggas skip the grind, swear they don't deserve to sh-shine
Yeah
Color-coated marble on the table, spent a dime 10 times
Mm
Built a stupid house up in the pines
Yeah
Pouring lines while she sniffing lines, Amanda Bynes
I don't wear my chains 'cause I'm rich without my ice
Yeah
Both my houses brand new, ain't never seen no mice
Tem que ele ver me procura
It's us
Shut up
Take it on the chin, gold when I grin
Uh, uh
What you know about joker stash with the bins?
Uh, uh
We was using Bitcoin before the trend
Woo
R.I.P. to Lloyd, the first nigga to let me in
Yeah, yeah
She asked when you gonna take care of me?
I told her stop it
Stop
I just dubbed a stripper for a pretty bitch in college
Give a fuck about her mileage, I'ma keep it P
Mm
Geekin', I rode a Rolls-Royce all the way to East
Crete
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