[Verse 1]
Used to get domed up by crackheads
And still got my balls licked by pretty b**hes
Sagging in Scottie Pippens, kid on a Gotti mission
But see his downfall, your best friend snitching
I'm in the kitchen with the Mac, spooning Lactose
Rat b**h rubbing on her titties off the roll
n***a, calm down, listen for the door
I know my baby momma bet not call no more
b**h talking Pampers, know she full of sh**
Impossible for babies to take that many sh**s
Rapping 'bout bricks, but I ain't never seen one
I think I seen like three hundred bo's once
f**ing with them addicts, holding automatics
Dog, I ain't lying, even served a Dramatic
Used to bring the lettuce, then I had to dead it
Ass tried to sing every time he wanted credit
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And I'm tryna make re-up, f** around, put a G up
And blow a blunt with my mans
See I'm just tryna make a re-up, f** around, put a G up
And drink a fifth with my n***as
[Verse 2]
Christmas every year comes faster and faster
New Year come around, claim a baby on your taxes
Dog, I know connects, you middle-man taxing
Three gram dimes of weed, you was rocking Chloe gla**es
Did it for the Jordans for what you feel important
In '02, my weed increased the dropout rate at Northern
Senior b**hes skipping, get 'em weeded out
And take 'em to the back room, my n***a smut 'em out
Hood rat b**hes putting blunts in they mouth
Smoke some weed, order Coney, time to f** and out
Rock a fit for three days and go and cop a new one
Rode a bike to Linwood to give away my ones
Hopped up out the cab, and when I step out
The first thing they say "I ain't know them came out"
But n***a I ain't tripping, I'm grinding on a few bucks
Really balling and I'm tryna step it up
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