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Lemme know when it drop Nuez

Eight seconds left on the shot clock, I'ma score

Don't worry 'bout how much Wock' I got, I'ma pour

We was talkin' 'bout Act', you a half a line, I'm a four

That's a bullet hole in your brother face, ho, that's not a sore

Niggas talkin' 'bout a lot of bullshit that's not important

On some bullshit, what I just spent on drank, could've bought a foreign

State to state with the OJs, we call that tourin'

Old-school A.L. Pharma in, we call that orange

Bitch, I'm a one-of-one Chanel shoe, you an Air Jordan

Hutch and Gary did all my ice, you wearin' Jordan

Had to tell Mike strap it up, he a fan fucker

Big sack of rocks by my nuts, I'm a gram tucker

I been pourin' drank all day, then shot the K, my hand sore

Niggas ain't my niggas, just my son, my friend four

I got some white dope, but they want the tan more

Cold as hell cookin' dope, I need a hand warmer

That other car want a hundred racks, the Lam' a quarter

Don't get your ass beat by Da Yung OG with a fan recording

When you walk into my living room, all you smell is Morton

Got a bad Westside bitch, I met her at L. George's

I just found a new spot, finna take a thousand pills to Florida

Can't get no work from my Cuban friend 'cause he got deported

Ten mil' so loud, when I blow it, it sound distorted

Zombie Files, me and Lou drank a pint, it was not recorded

Yeah, I had four hoes knocked up, but they got abortions

Send my lil' dogs to put the play down, I'ma get a portion

I just made some shit off the Greyhound to go buy a Porsche

I always keep it real with KeKe, but I lie to Porcia

Woke up and drunk a whole pint, I died this morning

If you see me with some Mikes on, you can't find these Jordans

You ain't even have your mic on, mines was recording

Don't give a fuck about my other friends, but Mike important

Wintertime, flew down to Miami, I ain't like the weather

Touched down and it was kinda cool, bought an Off-White sweater

Yeah, I'm gettin' off with the rap, but I get off white better

If I feel you don't know shit 'bout the lean, I might stretch it

I'm so plugged with the drank, when I buy it, I might not check it

Okay, the car I'm in go two hundred, I might not wreck it

Bitch fucked a bum nigga raw, now her whole life infected

I was just fucked up, my license tell it

Yeah, that was an old picture

Fold my socks up 'fore I sleep, I'm an old nigga

Nigga gettin' deeper in the beef, he a hole digger

I only fuck with Gary when I'm buyin' rose, I'm a golddigger

Up the four-five on the stage, now the show canceled

Your baby daddy never shot a K, he a whole dancer

Had the city fucked up, pulled up in an old Phantom

Took off runnin' from the state boys, threw him dope backwards

Nigga, you ain't gotta book my shows, I'm my own manager

Nigga, haha

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, know what the fuck goin' on, it's Rio