Season 3
Get his ass
We gon get his ass
Get his ass
The blinds closed and Unky still stretching
He got a batch that last for weeks
The fiends meal prepping
I know a bitch up in the O
Who get the scripts
My uncle pill fetching
He might throw a fit u get behind that door
He like to quiz testers
I can't flex the roll u got
That's bout a half a fit
I stay with the pole so much
That we went half on rent
He smell dis shit from up the street
Came to the block he want a half of dis
I seen a deep whip he didn't scrape the pot
Showed me a magic trick
Aye, let me ask my dawg
How much his rolls cost
Then I want u to go and see how yo bros cost
You ain't gotta see a hunnit up out of me
To know we hoed y'all
He got her on a leash
Only because he know dat she my road dog
Dis for da ones up in the past
Who ain't believe in me
Da run ain't over
We just got the cast for Season 3
He got did so bold
Legislative passed the law for fifth degree
She can't get no phones
But she went ahead and got that stick for me
I bet 5 u see dat mask dat u gon run from it
Black shades, hoodie on, a covid mask
And some gloves on em
Bro and get dis shit from out the mud
He got some BloodMoney
You thought shit was sweet from dropping 4s
And now dem thugs on u
Even my wild imagination couldn't imagine this
I know a fiend dats hella racist
He can't wait to get his habits fixed
But he can't face it
He can't wait to get a half of dis
A stack of phones look like
A fucking brick fair
Dis ain't no trafficking
We gon get his ass
Get his ass
The blinds closed and Unky still stretching
He got a batch that last for weeks
The fiends meal prepping
I know a bitch up in the O
Who get the scripts
My uncle pill fetching
He might throw a fit u get behind that door
He like to quiz testers
I can't flex the roll u got
That's bout a half a fit
I stay with the pole so much
That we went half on rent
He smell dis shit from up the street
Came to the block he want a half of dis
I seen a deep whip he didn't scrape the pot
Showed me a magic trick
Aye, let me ask my dawg
How much his rolls cost
Then I want u to go and see how yo bros cost
You ain't gotta see a hunnit up out of me
To know we hoed y'all
He got her on a leash
Only because he know dat she my road dog
Dis for da ones up in the past
Who ain't believe in me
Da run ain't over
We just got the cast for Season 3
He got did so bold
Legislative passed the law for fifth degree
She can't get no phones
But she went ahead and got that stick for me
I bet 5 u see dat mask dat u gon run from it
Black shades, hoodie on, a covid mask
And some gloves on em
Bro and get dis shit from out the mud
He got some BloodMoney
You thought shit was sweet from dropping 4s
And now dem thugs on u
Even my wild imagination couldn't imagine this
I know a fiend dats hella racist
He can't wait to get his habits fixed
But he can't face it
He can't wait to get a half of dis
A stack of phones look like
A fucking brick fair
Dis ain't no trafficking
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