Alltime
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm in this bitch
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Get on this bitch and I spit game
I ain't change my colors, my fit change
I ain't tell 12 the right nickname
Pour up that drank in that big thing
Wake your ass up, boy, you can't hang
Take off my shirt, let my nuts hang
Thought the K5 was a Mustang
I ain't touched the whip the whole ride, my knee on the wheel
Talking 'bout that smoke, we put beef on the grill
Finesse, get the price low, I get me a deal
Ain't had no za', and you know how that feel
Look at my drip, check the barcode, it's real
Nigga gotta watch out for opp hoes, for real
You ain't got no fire, you hit the door with a butter knife
Got me fucked up, you think I'm watching lil' buddy fight
Fucked up the Backwood just 'cause I ain't cut it right
Make sure them racks up, then we get buddy right
I'm done be wig', but done treated you harmless
They're taxin' for the drip, they attack my b-roll
They find out my drop, I might wack the peephole
Smoke down the pack now I'm back to zero
Came five deep, but they after me though
You can't trust nobody, can't even trust yourself
Blick in my drawls, I got fire anywhere
I'm smelling mid, got the nose for exotic
Where the trap at? I don't know 'cause it's private
Fire that shit up, I'm tryna know if it's exotic
I don't give a fuck if it hot, let me drive it
I ain't really ask for this shit, I just got it
Tryna fake like he got blick, it's his wallet
Nigga might tell what he did, he describes it
I ain't really wiggin' out too much, I'm vibing
I won't show too much, I'm movin' in silent
I smell the gas, I smell the drug
Keep it inside, you can't show no love
Go to my hood, I don't pop out at the clubs
See some fine shit, can I get me a hug?
Keep droppin' hits 'til I'm rich as a mo'
Wiggin' out, I got the stick in the Uber truck
Why the fuck you wanna smoke with us? Stupid fuck
Everybody know me, now I know that I'm movin' up
Come out the house, catch a play in my slides
Lil' twin disguised, I ain't think he was wise
I'm tryna get a Supreme collab, tryna get me a Supreme collab
I just smoke weed, what the fuck is a dab?
You better watch your own back, you get stabbed
Only smoke one blunt, it feels like a half
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm in this bitch
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Get on this bitch and I spit game
I ain't change my colors, my fit change
I ain't tell 12 the right nickname
Pour up that drank in that big thing
Wake your ass up, boy, you can't hang
Take off my shirt, let my nuts hang
Thought the K5 was a Mustang
I ain't touched the whip the whole ride, my knee on the wheel
Talking 'bout that smoke, we put beef on the grill
Finesse, get the price low, I get me a deal
Ain't had no za', and you know how that feel
Look at my drip, check the barcode, it's real
Nigga gotta watch out for opp hoes, for real
You ain't got no fire, you hit the door with a butter knife
Got me fucked up, you think I'm watching lil' buddy fight
Fucked up the Backwood just 'cause I ain't cut it right
Make sure them racks up, then we get buddy right
I'm done be wig', but done treated you harmless
They're taxin' for the drip, they attack my b-roll
They find out my drop, I might wack the peephole
Smoke down the pack now I'm back to zero
Came five deep, but they after me though
You can't trust nobody, can't even trust yourself
Blick in my drawls, I got fire anywhere
I'm smelling mid, got the nose for exotic
Where the trap at? I don't know 'cause it's private
Fire that shit up, I'm tryna know if it's exotic
I don't give a fuck if it hot, let me drive it
I ain't really ask for this shit, I just got it
Tryna fake like he got blick, it's his wallet
Nigga might tell what he did, he describes it
I ain't really wiggin' out too much, I'm vibing
I won't show too much, I'm movin' in silent
I smell the gas, I smell the drug
Keep it inside, you can't show no love
Go to my hood, I don't pop out at the clubs
See some fine shit, can I get me a hug?
Keep droppin' hits 'til I'm rich as a mo'
Wiggin' out, I got the stick in the Uber truck
Why the fuck you wanna smoke with us? Stupid fuck
Everybody know me, now I know that I'm movin' up
Come out the house, catch a play in my slides
Lil' twin disguised, I ain't think he was wise
I'm tryna get a Supreme collab, tryna get me a Supreme collab
I just smoke weed, what the fuck is a dab?
You better watch your own back, you get stabbed
Only smoke one blunt, it feels like a half
Fuck, fuck, fuck
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