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Bounce out, took the wrong route to your destination

I know them crackers tryna label this an organization

We got the work, so tap in do an application

Drove a car on perc, tell her spin for a couple Haitians

Made a move, but it's dirt, Joe Dirt, get a shirt, go with him

Put full block on all alert and gave a yoppa to him

Mama, I know black boy got my way, 'cause that's my DNA

I'm livin' A-B-A-C and die by Frito Lay

Ooh, this shit ain't permits, dog breathin', now he gon' to waste

Oh, so you anemic, we got treatment for them type of things

I done gave lease on a cooler, we call him AC

Even though the stick came with a cooler in Miami Heat

Like I said, the front door, we at your front door

We could link and meet

I don't do none that lean, Backwoods, don't bring Swishers Sweets

I guess his mama musta fucked the road, that's why he so concrete

This shit done got wiser, I'm a year older, I just move the street

And ever since drop the charges, claim they gon' try for weed

Baby, this that gas, this that opp, this that rapper weed

Call you Johnny Apple like the book when you smoke hella seeds

We 7-11 like Block Boy, boy, there, because it's cancel season

Trap done closed, 'cause we don't blink or sleep for safety reasons

You see that jit with that black mask? Yeah, he got sent for treason

I throw middle fingers to my past, that's what made a ****

Jump in your shit, you thought it got towed, I guess I made it, ****

Everybody hand out like I owe 'em, but who done paid a ****?

Detail always with me, I was smokin' with my baby sitter

Hit the road on that sour bitch, 'cause she bitter-bitter

Everything sparked ain't meant to snap, I'ma expose a ****

And every **** with me done cut off, pills control their system

Me OD and Baby Joe go dumb, dumb, and dumber

I was on the up and in that lick, fuck around and vomit

Sayin' my shit sound the same, I ain't gon' rap, delete yo' comments

Pull up on a **** curb and clear the scene, who done done it?

Shit, I'm in here feelin' like G Herbo who run it

Devin Hester in '06, I'm in here waitin' for you to punt it

'Cause I ain't kick it with no kicker when she scissor, they be runnin'

I be packin' pistols like utensils all in middle school

I was in her jaw, fuck the shark, I'm the dealer dude

We be breakin' laws in my draws while I stuff the tool

Ooh, we too advanced for you, man, they think middle school

We got the plug on that sayin', "What the socket do?"

Ball, man, we take trip to Mars, he got altitude

Ain't like the boulder on her shoulders, 'cause I'm out with rude

And now she seein' me and these blue hundreds, must think I'm a fool

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