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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Back back nigga I ain't playing with ya
If you wanna conversate
Then bring some bands with ya
I can't do no shot oh no
I need the damn pitcher
And if you ain't a fan
I can't be taking damn pictures

Rolling rolling rolling with my kinfolk
I'm gone be playing with them bands
When I get those
Well protected I got fam
And they cut throat
Well known for bringing hands
To your front door ya dig
93 gas citco
Cigars yeah I been on those
Hotboxing out the benzo
Winter time with the fur coat
Ima kill em with my kindness
And to make sure they all dying
They gone see me when I'm styling
Foot in the air wilding
Oh my God yeah yeah
You want some money say hell yeah
Tryna turn to a millionaire
That why I cut off the failures
Got Fresh bobbing his head too
Got Ant bobbing his head too
Fuck around and got some fans too
Edgewood you know we came through
Still smoking when I'm walking out the club
Everybody dap me up
The people show me love
I just want to go home with my girl
And cuddle up
Plus it's time for me to smoke
So please don't fuck me up

Back back nigga I ain't playing with ya
If you wanna conversate
Then bring some bands with ya
I can't do no shot oh no
I need the damn pitcher
And if you ain't a fan
I can't be taking damn pictures
Oh no



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Ragin, Warren Christian
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