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We shoot for the stars we up and away don't run round to far
We ready for war we send a deploy recruits make no noise
I count racks for my joy I send packs to my boys
I juke left like McCoy shut your mouth watch your voice
Fuck it I'm back in I'm in traffic collecting them backends
Stacking my money real tall no collapsing
Know I don't play about my mine let the choppa sing
On the highway all day I think I'm relapsing
All them niggas that doubt me
Yea you know that we passed them
It's stuffed in the mattress that boy gone bleed by the casket
Chop his body in piece with a hatchet
Then ima roll that shit in the plastic
This shit get wicked it's wicked madness
Niggas be missing go thank carol baskin
Shit get wicked it's wicked it's madness
All this sinning need to pray to the pastor
Wherever we go there is a disaster
I told bro to go you gotta go faster
Can hold on to hope and climb up the ladder
Or pull on the rope it don't even matter
A slippery slope and I'm a survivor
Know I trust my bro I know he a rider
Jump in that water just like I'm a diver
And I been on the wrong road
I be with my nigga polo swerving dodging potholes
I be with my niggas ducking jakes when they got close
They don't wanna really see us make it cause we black bro
Adryan tnb I be with Vic and that's a fact bro
We just tryna put the city on the map bro
Tell em free my soul for the times I can't come back though
Pain up in my notes I just lay it on a track though
And I know it's cold like my heart turning black though
Now they seeing where I'm at though
Dripping in designer make lil mama give me good throat
Running up them commas lil duck yo taco
Price tag on yo head why you think they throwing shots for
Pour me deuce of red got me feeling like el chapo
When I'm off the meds ion even know where time go
When I'm swerving in them lanes make some plays off a iPhone
If you go against the grain ain't no thinking where my mind go
I'm just focused getting paid by the day that's all I know
Only fucking with big booty bitches looking like mullato
And she won't be here by tomorrow
Shot after shot after shot of the Blanco
Mix the remy red bull then I roll up the gelato
She a lil freak hoe she drink it from the bottle
We ready for war we send a deploy recruits make no noise
I count racks for my joy I send packs to my boys
I juke left like McCoy shut your mouth watch your voice
Fuck it I'm back in I'm in traffic collecting them backends
Stacking my money real tall no collapsing
Know I don't play about my mine let the choppa sing
On the highway all day I think I'm relapsing
All them niggas that doubt me
Yea you know that we passed them
It's stuffed in the mattress that boy gone bleed by the casket
Chop his body in piece with a hatchet
Then ima roll that shit in the plastic
This shit get wicked it's wicked madness
Niggas be missing go thank carol baskin
Shit get wicked it's wicked it's madness
All this sinning need to pray to the pastor
Wherever we go there is a disaster
I told bro to go you gotta go faster
Can hold on to hope and climb up the ladder
Or pull on the rope it don't even matter
A slippery slope and I'm a survivor
Know I trust my bro I know he a rider
Jump in that water just like I'm a diver
And I been on the wrong road
I be with my nigga polo swerving dodging potholes
I be with my niggas ducking jakes when they got close
They don't wanna really see us make it cause we black bro
Adryan tnb I be with Vic and that's a fact bro
We just tryna put the city on the map bro
Tell em free my soul for the times I can't come back though
Pain up in my notes I just lay it on a track though
And I know it's cold like my heart turning black though
Now they seeing where I'm at though
Dripping in designer make lil mama give me good throat
Running up them commas lil duck yo taco
Price tag on yo head why you think they throwing shots for
Pour me deuce of red got me feeling like el chapo
When I'm off the meds ion even know where time go
When I'm swerving in them lanes make some plays off a iPhone
If you go against the grain ain't no thinking where my mind go
I'm just focused getting paid by the day that's all I know
Only fucking with big booty bitches looking like mullato
And she won't be here by tomorrow
Shot after shot after shot of the Blanco
Mix the remy red bull then I roll up the gelato
She a lil freak hoe she drink it from the bottle
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Writer(s): Victor Arendell
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