Fuck They Said
Aye yo
Smoking these woods getting real High
Can't even hold you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
Fuck what they told you
Let's go
Dancing on bitches
They dancing on poles
Bands in my pockets
The ones that I throw
Ice on my neck
It's got me so cold
I Stay in the streets
I be acting so bold
Pussy got problem
I know he gon' fold
Fuck wit the kid
Put his ass in the grove
Six bullets in
Your toes gon' be froze
I put you in a coffin
My That shit gon' be cold
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
I got the rock
And bro got the roll
Roll down the road And
You know that we stoned
Pick up the crown
Now I got the thrown
I'm not gonna leave
I'll never go home
We are not friends leave me alone
I will not tolerate snakes in the Zone
Hitting the lick
Broke bread to the bros
They already know
That's just how it goes
Posted I'm toking
I toke with my brothers
I'm numbing
I'm drugging
I drug with my brothers
Had to hit licks
To help out my mother
I'm getting the bags out
I'm coming from mudder
Touching my money
I'll line up your cousin
I slide on the block
And I can not feel nothing
Bitch think I love her
But I was just bluffing
Bitch I'm a savage
When I'm off the Tussin
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
D dot stet and I'm back like the Letterman
Puffing on the gas
Something crazy like a veteran
High off my ass
Bitch I'm on Everest
Pussy gon' clash
The way that I'm entering
Came up like a rookie
Back like a veteran
Back to the serving and severing
Built like one
I move like seven men
Sinning while I'm spitting
To the mother fucking reverend
Stand by the words
Mother fucking brethren
Pussy keep knocking
I won't ever let her in
Beat keep on knocking
Throwing my letters aye
I'm throwing my letters in aye
Rock like the old shit
And bop like the new shit
I'm hanging my noose to the game
I'm a nuisance
I dangle them chains
And then dudes still won't do shit
I dangle their brains
While they bumping my new shit
Aye
And them dudes still won't do shit Aye
And we do like we do this aye
And we deuce like we do spliffs Aye
And they don't got shit
Don't got shit to say
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Aye
Yeah
LTL
Told y'all there is levels to this shit
D Stety
And Z From the del
Y'all wasn't ready for that shit
Smoking these woods getting real High
Can't even hold you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
Fuck what they told you
Let's go
Dancing on bitches
They dancing on poles
Bands in my pockets
The ones that I throw
Ice on my neck
It's got me so cold
I Stay in the streets
I be acting so bold
Pussy got problem
I know he gon' fold
Fuck wit the kid
Put his ass in the grove
Six bullets in
Your toes gon' be froze
I put you in a coffin
My That shit gon' be cold
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
I got the rock
And bro got the roll
Roll down the road And
You know that we stoned
Pick up the crown
Now I got the thrown
I'm not gonna leave
I'll never go home
We are not friends leave me alone
I will not tolerate snakes in the Zone
Hitting the lick
Broke bread to the bros
They already know
That's just how it goes
Posted I'm toking
I toke with my brothers
I'm numbing
I'm drugging
I drug with my brothers
Had to hit licks
To help out my mother
I'm getting the bags out
I'm coming from mudder
Touching my money
I'll line up your cousin
I slide on the block
And I can not feel nothing
Bitch think I love her
But I was just bluffing
Bitch I'm a savage
When I'm off the Tussin
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
D dot stet and I'm back like the Letterman
Puffing on the gas
Something crazy like a veteran
High off my ass
Bitch I'm on Everest
Pussy gon' clash
The way that I'm entering
Came up like a rookie
Back like a veteran
Back to the serving and severing
Built like one
I move like seven men
Sinning while I'm spitting
To the mother fucking reverend
Stand by the words
Mother fucking brethren
Pussy keep knocking
I won't ever let her in
Beat keep on knocking
Throwing my letters aye
I'm throwing my letters in aye
Rock like the old shit
And bop like the new shit
I'm hanging my noose to the game
I'm a nuisance
I dangle them chains
And then dudes still won't do shit
I dangle their brains
While they bumping my new shit
Aye
And them dudes still won't do shit Aye
And we do like we do this aye
And we deuce like we do spliffs Aye
And they don't got shit
Don't got shit to say
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Fuck what they said
Fuck what they saying
And fuck what they told you
Aye
Yeah
LTL
Told y'all there is levels to this shit
D Stety
And Z From the del
Y'all wasn't ready for that shit
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