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Smoking this pack
Yeah, yeah, smoking this pack

Smoking on this Thrax
My money is up your money subtract
He wanna hop on a song he gon' pay tax
I just keep on working can't relax

Smoking on this Thrax
My money is up your money subtract
He wanna hop on a song he gon' pay tax
I just keep on working can't relax

Yeah I'm sippin' on this Wok
Run up on me and you taking shots
Making hits and I don't wanna talk
Drive a Rari it don't have no top

Your bitch took a picture with me and I cropped her face out
I stay fucking up my kidneys Henny I'ma blackout
Stack up all my money I'll be on top no doubt
Yeah she acting funny she be trippin' what is that about

Purp' in my cup codeine in my body
I fuck on that bitch but that bitch she a thotty Another ho
Just like Ally Lotti from 608
All my boys they gon' ride for me
Gon me great
But for now I'm a prodigy
She say that she love me but I know she lied to me
I gotta make it to say that they doubted me
Get to these bands and my mama be proud of me

Get it I gotta go do it
I got me a knock I don't want to go shoot it
When I get these bands I don't want to run through it
Nah nah don't want to run through it

Watch what you do to me
I told her to two hundred and twenty-three
I play her like a Wii
I pop Xannys like a fiend
Make life seem like a dream
I pour Fanta in my lean
Make it taste like orange cream
I know life ain't what it seem

Life feel like a dream when I'm pouring up this cup
Smoking on this green I be too fucked up
I feel like a fiend for this money, uh yuh
Sprite up in my lean in my black Bentley truck

Smoking on this Thrax
My money is up your money subtract
He wanna hop on a song he gon' pay tax
I just keep on working can't relax

Smoking on this Thrax
My money is up your money subtract
He wanna hop on a song he gon' pay tax
I just keep on working can't relax



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Writer(s): Andrew Leone
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