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[Chorus] (Phew, yeah) Yeah, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout homicide, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' high (High) Wasn't even fuckin' that bitch, that bitch just happy to ride (Yeah) Yeah, I was on the ecstasy they heard my shit, they cry (X) Twizzy down the way, but he got blicks, that boy gon' slide (Phew, phew, phew, phew) I'm not talkin' 'bout this chicken for no reason, we get right Your bitch a good girl durin' the week, but on the weekend, bitch gon' slide (Phew, phew, phew, phew) I wasn't thinkin' 'bout no homicide, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' high (High) Yeah, they don't know the kid (Kid), mob ties (Mob) I was just fuckin' this bitch, then she gave me some lil' mop top (Mop top) Everything I, ever did was on my time (My time) All these time I, uh, fucked around, got me iced out (Iced out) I was in that Trackhawk, on the black top (Swerve) I made fifty bands, on this laptop (Fifty) Bitches fallin' out, they jumpin' in like this was hopscotch (Fallin' out) [Bridge] Apparently twizzy empty the whole mag (Phew), them kids some soup now (Phew) Soupy, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup (Phew, phew, phew, phew) Yeah, soupy, yeah, soup, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup (Phew, phew, phew, phew) (Let's go) Yeah, soupy, yeah, soupy, yeah, soupy, yeah, soup (Yeah, let's go) Yeah, soup, goated like lil' soup (Let's go), yeah, goated like lil' soupy (Let's go) [Chorus] (Phew, yeah) Yeah, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout homicide, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' high (High) Wasn't even fuckin' that bitch, that bitch just happy to ride (Yeah) Yeah, I was on the ecstasy they heard my shit, they cry (X) Twizzy down the way, but he got blicks, that boy gon' slide (Phew, phew, phew, phew) I'm not talkin' 'bout this chicken for no reason, we get right Your bitch a good girl durin' the week, but on the weekend, bitch gon' slide (Phew, phew, phew, phew) I wasn't thinkin' 'bout no homicide, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' high (High) Yeah, they don't know the kid (Kid), mob ties (Mob) I was just fuckin' this bitch, then she gave me some lil' mop top (Mop top) Everything I, ever did was on my time (My time) All these time I, uh, fucked around, got me iced out (Iced out) I was in that Trackhawk, on the black top (Swerve) I made fifty bands, on this laptop (Fifty) Bitches fallin' out, they jumpin' in like this was hopscotch (Fallin' out)