It's f**k my n***a.
Rep Taylor Gang,
Wassup my n***a?
Big as a truck my n***a.
That's the bag I'm smokin'
You brag I'm hopin' that
You got some s**t, too.
That's real s**t
That a n***a do.
Like leave a joint on the table
Smoke, I don't drink sir, I'm not Maple.
No, and not able to hate on me, s**t.
And the money I get
Make a n***a rich,
Make a b***h n***a sit,
Make a hoe get on d**k.
Come to the crib and just strip.
Put a joint to my lips.
And get highed up, scryed up,
I mean skied up.
My n****s fried,
But don't try to run up on us.
'Cause it might happen.
For the streets n***a, I ain't just rappin'.
I gotta couple n****s cappin',
Hatin' on me,
But when you see me you dapin'.
What's happenin'?
You a f**k n***a,
I'm on the roll.
Gettin' bucks n***a,
Gettin' paid,
Gettin' laid.
You a roach n***a gettin' sprayed
By the Raid.
And them cops wanna raid us.
B***h n****s wanna hate us.
But them n****s can't fade us.
I gotta afro, bad hoes.
Know a n***a name,
Yeah I'm on the plane,
Smellin' like weed.
Bringin' my trees with me
Everywhere I go
And everywhere I blow
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
Hella dope,
Hella smoke.
I blow
Hella dope
Hella smoke.
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