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I'm smoking that gas, diesel I had a stick when I jammed like the Beatles I ride wit my dawg, beagle Ik I'm on point like a mf needle And I know I'm on point like guards Unc got them drums he don't f*ck wit guitars I'm high out this world like I'm living on mars They hate on my name but they know I'll go far Some niggas throw shots, shade I know he a bitch by the words that he say Damn! We finna slide, sleigh Stay wit 4, 5 April, May Aye! I spot a opp, wait Unc bouta pull up Throw shots at his face He bouta slide, chase But only for bread You would think he a bank Loud in the air, bass We put em high like we sayin a grace Feel like I'm flocka Go hard in the paint Stackin up cream like I'm makin a cake My niggas be armed Plank Never was runners We never use legs I'm high I'm fried Dank Bro hold his fye in the air Like a thanks We slidin wit shots Drinks Cant cuff these bitches Won't take em on dates I'm playing these tricks Pranks Lil shawty a whore And her pussy it stinks Like shit Thanks! She gave me head I was firing blanks Bro stay wit a ratchet Clank You niggas be all in ya feelings Drake! You niggas put ya all in the trap Smoke all of ya pack Then get mad when you fall off I was posted like a mf guard dog I never left the block Til I'm sure that it's all gone You niggas put ya all in the trap Smoke all of ya pack Then get mad when you fall off I was posted like a mf guard dog I never left the block Til I'm sure that its all gone Sure that it's all gone Put his fam in the sky like The Jetsons Bitch wanna kick it I feel like its Tekken I like getting head Imma f*ck in a second Get to the money While tuckin a weapon Send me the addy If its problems address it Brodie stay strapped with a illegal weapon On top all my green like its mf dressing Feel like da baby They like how I'm stepping Unc got a stick Like he teachin a lesson Dumb if you run up He'll send you to heaven We get to clappin Like praises and blessings In love wit my money Its checks in my checkings This flow is too hot and the booth got me sweating Shells like corona It hit when it's spreading These niggas be rats Yea, they quick to be telling I need my knots like my pockets was swelling You niggas put ya all in the trap Smoke all of ya pack Then get mad when you fall off I was posted like a mf guard dog I never left the block Til I'm sure that it's all gone Aye! You niggas put ya all in the trap Smoke all of ya pack Then get mad when you fall off I was posted like a mf guard dog I never left the block Til I'm sure that it's all gone