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Dp on the beat! The fuckin' glo boyz All, do, chief keef My truck got 7 on horses, I go 200 when I speed (skrt) Roll up a half a pound, nigga I love smokin' weed (gross) Shorty said I smell good, I told her "I smell like krit" (weed) In school, math my favorite subject but I know how to read (yeah) In my bank, I got commas, I'm not one you wanna beesk (nah) I was 17, 2012, overseas (yoon) And hoes on jetskies fallin' off tryna rescue me Niggas ain't kill nobody, how the fuck you gon' get the best of me? (all) I get bread, Sarah Lee, we ride with things in Jeeps Pullin' up, you gon' hear, tracks so loud, we can creep (nah) Fuck with me, get your fuckin' brains blew out in the street (bang) Blowin' money like I'm Mitch, thesе hoes love when I spеak You know I could take some freaks, all the college girls geeks Internet niggas police, say they 'bout it, gotta show me Friendly ass niggas, all they ass want is peace (nah for real) My cars, I don't lease, I'ma keep dissin' niggas 'seased (fuck junebug, fuck tooka) We in Beverly Hills feastin', when we hit Beverly we hit neimans We in trackhawks, we in Demons, you gon' hear 'em pipes screamin' All white with my seats bleedin', them niggas ran when they seen us Glock 23 got a flashlight, I red beam it (bang) My truck got 7 on horses, I go 200 when I speed (skrt) Roll up a half a pound, nigga I love smokin' weed (gross) Shorty said I smell good, I told her "I smell like krit" (weed) In school, math my favorite subject but I know how to read (yeah) In my bank, I got commas, I'm not one you wanna beesk (nah) I was 17, 2012, overseas (yoon) And hoes on jetskies fallin' off tryna rescue me Niggas ain't kill nobody, how the fuck you gon' get the best of me? (all)
Writer(s): Will Carthan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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