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Let's go, let's go
Chasing the lean
Let's go
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let's do it
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay
It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers
Don't like me, you can suck a dick, that's how it goes around here
Cowboy, yeah, big shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me
These niggas really want me dead
I don't really think they that lucky
I told my bitch I love her
I hope she think I mean it
I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me
I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me
I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me
See that drug shit hide the ugly
And I ain't never been ugly, trust me
Dicked up in her brain, concussion
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion
A sexual eruption
Open up them legs, I'm hungry
Bank account eruptin'
I need me a safe or something
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie
I don't need that Wraith for nothing
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin'
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin'
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin'
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin' about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein' afraid, coke on the dinner plate
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates
What your mama tell you about gettin' involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin' a thot, boy, givin' 'em top where they brain is
I'm a rockstar lifestyle livin', dirt bike ridin', totin' stainless, I aim big
Bank account eruptin'
I need me a safe or something
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie
I don't need that Wraith for nothing
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin'
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin'
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin'
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Let me switch it up on y'all fuck niggas
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Double cup pleasure
Can I feel this way forever?
It don't matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees I am
The bees knees bitch, I am
The bees knees
It's hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty
'Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It's child's play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up the racks, bitch, I'm the bees knees
I'm OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up these racks, I'm the bees knees
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk
'Cause you talkin' to a boss
That's real
My fault, I'm high
A death race for love
I ain't just racin' for love though
My heart racin'
My money racin' my mind racin'
All black diamonds like I'm racist
'Lucid Dreams' still on your bitch playlist
I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, 'How could she say this?'
Timeless music bitch
Smokin' 'thrax, countin' racks
No fuck racks, need a black card
That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man
Preach, Amen
ID got that shit, this boy got that shit
I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees
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