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Goin 149 in a 55, you might see me in the sky I be really high
Foreign truck, bitch it aint nun basic
Smoked the whole blunt bitch said why you facin ?
Bitch you aint my brother, you cant hit my blunt
Looking like that nigga and I feel like that
Puffin flute, saxophone, clarinet
Skinny jeans on tryna stop the racks
Nigga we don’t love these bitches
I ain’t goin out in public with these bitches
She suck me, she suck you, ooh she vicious
All these hoes be actin like bougie bitches
These hoes cant drive that shit too ridiculous
Somebody call rob, my watch too ridiculous
Young nigga still on this road of richess
This dumb nigga spend his cash on dope and bitches
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness
No computer well break a nigga shit
No computer well fix a nigga shit
That go for black john tryna wrip a nigga shit
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin the peace
Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here?
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here
In the V10 rollin like a wheelchair
Brick ass nigga we got steel, fam
Aye, 2 tone cubs, you might see me in Cuba
Frozen cause my jewler
Them ain’t VVS, you got yo necklace from a fooler
Aye, they sold you that fooled ya
My youngin nem with it blowin at the jewler
Sippin a PT cruiser
You know my shit fast, you think Im high we be cruising
Aye, bitches jewlin on the jewlery
Goin to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me
700 horses call Polo
Nigga we was lookin for you, nigga Marco polo
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness
No computer well break a nigga shit
No computer well fix a nigga shit
That go for black john tryna wrip a nigga shit
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin the peace
Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here?
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here
In the V10 rollin like a wheelchair
Brick ass nigga we got steel, fam
New foreigns outside, they aint leased
Nigga say he on his bag, he want me
Trap house been in uncle Phil crib
Nigga and my momma aint even livin here
Stuntin on the commas on a steel chair
Pushing old money with a wheelchair
Call me Ballout baby, the pill bear
On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer
Fresh as hell and I aint goin in no summer tale
Nigga dont get put on a obituary