Lyrics

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Party waddup my nigga
Told you i got sumn for you
check
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bang
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Gifting y’all with another verse
Ay Fuck the world ima need me a rubber first
Yea i fight for this shyt but I’m a lover first
Son of bitch to Mother Earth
Before I smoke this leaf
I gotta gut it first
Gift and a curse
They told me pressure bust pipes
So I let it burst
I let her work
She kept her head in the books like the metaverse
The grass is greener on the other side if yu came from the dirt
So don’t run my turf
We causing contusions and joint alerts
Time to play in the game
That’s word to hunter hearse
On the road wit my dawgs
So check my pedigree
Billy got a Gunn
It’s an necessity
I’m one of the hottest niggas
Allegedly
But technically
I’m better see
ima do this shyt successfully
I’m here for the money
Fuck the celebrity status
I’m better average
I’m doper than yo mama medicine cabinet
Take my shot at the game like Dame
Wit no net in the basket
I move ahead of the traffic
You diss a peer
Nigga it better be magic
I got the answer’s and they talking bout practice


I been stuck on vanilla backwoods
Stay wit a good plug so you know pack good
Niggas hate the fact that I rap good
Ayy if you got a wrap then roll sumn up
Smoke sumn up
If you reppin ya hood then throw sumn up