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I gotta keep it a hundred 50
Thought you should know they ain't fucking with me
I keep the smoke in my lungs
Keep it huffing like a puffing chimney
Who is the don
All along you just a pawn in the plan
Buried me under like potting a plant
Look like I'm joggin' in place
I told 'em pardon my hand
I dealt my cards in advance
Set fire, they arsoning friends
Let me in, just give me a chance
Bust that door if they try it again
Used to move it got bartering hands
Made enough fuck it charge it again

Who said you the best
Saw the shit you're doing, I ain't impressed
Count stacks in my dreams I get plenty rest
Put feelings in these verses, they ain't in my chest
Hit that shit no foul
Pipe it up, I cannot simmer down
Wife her up, nah go 'head sit her down
They searching everywhere for the sound
I just hop up in the booth then I spit shit
Saw you shaking in your boots you ain't licked shit
I'm a bully, lay 'em down make 'em lick shit
30 rounds of that AR it dismiss
Smoking gas, dip it out like a dip stick
They be sippin' on that liquor, I'on sip 'nun
I'mma skate off on that bitch like a ripstick
I got xanny in my blood I don't feel 'nun

I gotta keep it a hundred 50
Thought you should know they ain't fucking with me
I keep the smoke in my lungs
Keep it huffing like a puffing chimney
Who is the don
All along you just a pawn in the plan
Buried me under like potting a plant
Look like I'm joggin' in place
I told 'em pardon my hand
I dealt my cards in advance
Set fire, they arsoning friends
Let me in, just give me a chance
Bust that door if they try it again
Used to move it got bartering hands
Made enough fuck it charge it again

I don't want that bitch I already hit before
I made 2 bands last week 'for I hit the door
I'm in that Scion I need an Aventador
She ask 'bout my life but I do not vent to whores
Pulling up hear the bass and engine roar
I put that bitch in a figure four
Everybody know that boy is a fucking clown
And my bitch know that I am a fucking dork
Nice kid but don't fuck around
Pop a xan like a junkie now
Ask my bitch 'bout my closet
You know we got guns around
Funds around, I told that bitch I can't dumb it down
I need that shit weighed when I come around
I came in this bitch with like 20 g's you know that I am not running out

I gotta keep it a hundred 50
Thought you should know they ain't fucking with me
I keep the smoke in my lungs
Keep it huffing like a puffing chimney
Who is the don
All along you just a pawn in the plan
Buried me under like potting a plant
Look like I'm joggin' in place
I told 'em pardon my hand
I dealt my cards in advance
Set fire, they arsoning friends
Let me in, just give me a chance
Bust that door if they try it again
Used to move it got barterting hands
Made enough fuck it charge it again



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Writer(s): Trey Rhinehimer
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