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[Verse 1: Church St] Smelling like vanilla, Paul Malls and liquor Ziploc full of skittles got my call log official I'm flying down 20... call all officials 95 to Candler, then I slow it down on Panthersville Dodging all the cameras You ain’t dealing with no amateur I don't want no beef, I just want the money sandwiches Bad bitch, never rock clothes off the mannequin Some Italian man got together with his Spanish friend, for my shit I will have you leaking out the eyelids I'm proud to be American, but always on an island Specifically in the Pacific Sea with my pirates And yeah we thick as thieves, you should try us Feeling like Goliath Sometimes it's just me, no alliance So when I get the check, it's no dividing Shalani gets high, get cocky, start writing I’m talking lightning It’s only good because I’m not trying Pull up in that all white and, walk in and leave em cross-eyed Then I walk over to the dark side Park my car directly on the shore and use the foglights Backstroking, humming, nigga I done had a long life Ex call my phone, I reply "This is the wrong time" My shit is on fire [Verse 2: Church St] Smelling like palm trees and foreign weed Found four Gs in my laundry, that’s on Jesus Little ole' me with my OGs, we rolling deep I got a lot of "drunk and disorderly"s but it’s from the lean (Oooooooh) And I got sativa, got my visa, for the re up I got a pretty mamacita rolling reefer I got myself on all the speakers, fuck your feature It’s already w-w-w-waaaay too many people (yep) Inside my crew, you know it ain’t too many people If we ain’t breaking bread, then I ain’t hanging with you either I mix the minute maid with all my liters I'm the queen of, bringing hoes around and not letting you meet 'em Like.......... I lost the beat.... (Mmm) I’m coming back though Look, I get down but I get high though I can count the money with my eyes closed, hands tied Keep a couple niggas on standby, and never in town so I always got tan lines Giiiiiirl if you winning, you ain’t winning by a landslide English dude whipping, so I’m sitting on the left side Two bad bitches got me feeling like i’m Left-Eye Smoking that eastside pack on the west siiiiiide