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  Yeah, yeah
  Ooh
  I spark a fatass wood right now
  Yeah, woah, hey
  Smoke a lot of weed to keep my mind on some shit 
  I just fucked her once, dont whine and dine with the bitch 
  Twenty-Sixteen, we be shinin and shit
  I need a rollie on my wrist, thats perfect timin and shit
  I pull up flexin on my exes, they all hate cause Im winnin
  Fuck a job, Im bustin traps, Im askin lord to forgive me
  I drink lean, sometimes henny, that shit fuck up my kidneys
  I smoke weed all the time, that shit look like a chimney
  Four grams in my wood, I dont fuck with the skimpeys
  She hate that Im in the fiеld, but my niggas all with me
  I aint worried bout the opps, Taydoе totin the city
  Niggas hatin all the time because they girl say Im friendly
  But who is you? pull up in that coupe, fast like Subaru
  Get a clue, you be watchin thots, mad Ki fucked your boo
  Its all cool, I play number two she know what I do
  Hard to tell, my name ring bells, fuck your Clientele
  Lil skies, I be hella fried, look into my eyes
  With my guys, we be layin low, cant catch us by surprise
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood, playboy
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood, playboy
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood, playboy
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood, playboy
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood 
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood 
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood 
  Neighborhood, neighborhood, neighborhood , bitch!