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Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron and i aint even ate They say fab when you started smokin get out my business cousin i was born and raised in Oakland My daddy's from the north kept me on to If you from the north and you was smokin you was on too im feeling great im feelin fine My og homie he just broke down a line (he's playin with his nose) So what grow up little nigga thats grown man shit you still throw up on yo liquor I aint encouraging yall to be stoners but this song right here is for the oners a nigga hate choke him out like homer drama you dont want it my mama put that on her Popped a pill and i got high snort up lines til my brain fry we blow some doin it hundred always drunk and always blunted got blunt got weed if you got it blaze it up gotta puff puff puff on that sticky green stuff i don't do it for the suckas but i do it for the streets in the concrete jungle in the belly of the beast only g call man i live by the mall man haters gonna hate cause they doin they job over dose the boy don't learn take a Newport dip it in sherm posted all day right here where the thugs be crush up a pill right in my hennesy speakers bumpin cant hear my phone if anybody asks tell em turf on my Thizz face on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the mornin stoned in the mud give me henny or the remmy i hit the liquor store and i don't spend a penny get it inme they hear me if you near me gather round im up now and i aint layin down and i aint playin around cause im super smacked up double tuck if a nigga act up shimmy shimmy yo shimmy yah shimmy yay round to a pot thats some wizzle come to day ima sleep all day all you suckas in the way see me where they do it at rozz twizzle mayne Sittin in the trap house waitin on the drop off your girl in the room givin head shes a jump off gorrila in the trunk gettin drunk cause im cutthroat everybody know me got that pure uncut coke all the hoes choosin im refusin if the dough short bitch im so on i get gone on a short note waitin on a g5 pullin on a short port but i gotta QP chillin in my louis coat sparkin in the club but i won't sell a damn but the mother fuckin mob keep it lit we so damn thug look motha fucker im from cali we the down plugg look everybody crazy out here but they show us love everybody on in the bay but they know watsup ask em who the niggas is everybody know its us its on like shit aint a mothafucka i could trust they aint talkin millions mothafuckas better give it up like my chain and my watch shit i stay on well that's what you respect nigga my big homie b strong southeast shit been poppin since the hour seein stars in the sky like its 4th of july Been up all night i aint been to sleep yet couple ounces and a bong layin next to the tek face drippin sweat like i played in the game paint drippin wet like its playin in the rain yeah i do the damn thang but i don't do that but ima put it in my life no matter where im at if im ridin in my benz or im ridin in my lac ima ride to the trap just to get another sack man i dont know what i burn mo, weed or money keep it on deck if ya need it from me we got it fo the low down in san da code we aint holdin on to shit we lettin everything go |