Dr. Neph I could teach you something
Hear go some advice
Fuck out my face
BOOM BOOM
Get out the way
Two Tone Glock got something to say
Get out my sleep and did two beans
That's withdrawal I don't mean to be mean
In my trap like Strange Things
Don't believe what you see what you see make believe
Drake paint your face like Maybeline
Hell nah I do not believe
Dripped in all white like Assassins Creed
You ain't mean it like that what the hell you mean
Got too many licks got jealous fiends
Wrist from the 80 ahead of my time
Auntie you getting ahead of yourself with all of these dimes
Hell nah you ain't getting no credit
Hell yeah I mean it I said it
Can't hit your weed it's giving me headache
Dope so good talk about it on Reddit
Put in this work why the hell are they jealous
Ay
HighLife
We be getting bands on the internet
Beefin with a nigga on the internet
Nah I ain't into that
Hit the cup with the Kero I ain't sipping that
In the trap with the dog
Hit em with the simplex
Wake up pop two percs
Can't go to sleep cause a nigga too geeked
You ain't smoking on Za
You smoking on earth
Pour Tris and Work
I'm sipping on syrup
These fresh whites so don't step near me
Pop 2 beans bitch I get jiggy
And I got real niggas with me
This CALM JUNGLE fuck a Fendi
Whip the pot and watch it stretch
Iced out wrist and iced out neck
Everything green clearing out checks
Fuck with the gang nigga fuck your set
Hell nah you ain't getting no credit
Hell yeah I mean it I said it
Can't hit your weed it's giving me headache
Dope so good talk about it on Reddit
Put in this work why the hell are they jealous
I wonder why the hell you are jealous of any of us
Everybody their own man
You got 2 feet and 10 toes to stand
Don't lean on me I am not better than no man
You acting scared
You walk down the street
Who behind you
Drew Famous and Slither Man
Walk up in the spot
They like He getting bands
I got zero in my pocket
Walk up out the spot I got like 10 other people's wallets
They gave em to me cause I'm confident
I ain't got be talking shit
I walk round like I'm really that man
Not dripped out in designer shit
I ain't with the blogging shit
Walk up to me and shake my hand
That's what I'm rocking with
Hell nah you ain't getting no credit
Hell yeah I mean it I said it
Can't hit your weed it's giving me headache
Dope so good talk about it on Reddit
Put in this work why the hell are they jealous
Hear go some advice
Fuck out my face
BOOM BOOM
Get out the way
Two Tone Glock got something to say
Get out my sleep and did two beans
That's withdrawal I don't mean to be mean
In my trap like Strange Things
Don't believe what you see what you see make believe
Drake paint your face like Maybeline
Hell nah I do not believe
Dripped in all white like Assassins Creed
You ain't mean it like that what the hell you mean
Got too many licks got jealous fiends
Wrist from the 80 ahead of my time
Auntie you getting ahead of yourself with all of these dimes
Hell nah you ain't getting no credit
Hell yeah I mean it I said it
Can't hit your weed it's giving me headache
Dope so good talk about it on Reddit
Put in this work why the hell are they jealous
Ay
HighLife
We be getting bands on the internet
Beefin with a nigga on the internet
Nah I ain't into that
Hit the cup with the Kero I ain't sipping that
In the trap with the dog
Hit em with the simplex
Wake up pop two percs
Can't go to sleep cause a nigga too geeked
You ain't smoking on Za
You smoking on earth
Pour Tris and Work
I'm sipping on syrup
These fresh whites so don't step near me
Pop 2 beans bitch I get jiggy
And I got real niggas with me
This CALM JUNGLE fuck a Fendi
Whip the pot and watch it stretch
Iced out wrist and iced out neck
Everything green clearing out checks
Fuck with the gang nigga fuck your set
Hell nah you ain't getting no credit
Hell yeah I mean it I said it
Can't hit your weed it's giving me headache
Dope so good talk about it on Reddit
Put in this work why the hell are they jealous
I wonder why the hell you are jealous of any of us
Everybody their own man
You got 2 feet and 10 toes to stand
Don't lean on me I am not better than no man
You acting scared
You walk down the street
Who behind you
Drew Famous and Slither Man
Walk up in the spot
They like He getting bands
I got zero in my pocket
Walk up out the spot I got like 10 other people's wallets
They gave em to me cause I'm confident
I ain't got be talking shit
I walk round like I'm really that man
Not dripped out in designer shit
I ain't with the blogging shit
Walk up to me and shake my hand
That's what I'm rocking with
Hell nah you ain't getting no credit
Hell yeah I mean it I said it
Can't hit your weed it's giving me headache
Dope so good talk about it on Reddit
Put in this work why the hell are they jealous
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