[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
I know we don't got no gas, boy, we sold out
Niggas movin' funny, but they show love
Me and O rock out the show, that bitch was so dumb
Ay, yeah, this bitch was smoking on [?], so loud
All of a sudden, they wan' act like they don't know none
Yeah, they see I'm getting bands and fucking hoes, now
I remember back then, you could hear my tummy growl
O just hit my phone, and that shit make me smile
And know, you not turnin' up, lil boy, yo' ass a ho
I don't even fuck wit' you, lil boy, don't answer, yo
Yeah, run up on yo' road, yeah, you getting poured
If you do yo' thing, they gon' fucking clone
Pull up with them things, don't want fucking smoke
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And we left designer things, we ain't goin' broke
Got [?] on designer jeans, that shit left me [?]
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Smokin' MadBudz, since I fuckin' woke up
VVS chain, slime on the choker
Two damn phones, plug hit me for the bowls
Yeah, brand new SRT, just [?], yeah
Try to run down, let me know how that go
Yeah, I got 15 for my ho, and 15 for my clothes
Yeah, Rick Owen [?] jacket, mix it with Chrome, yeah
You know what I want, you know what I'm on
Yeah, you know you know what I'm on, you know what I'm on
I don't got no keys to turn it on, push the button, gone
Me and Draco slidin' like a song, beatin' like a drum
We got fuckin' pounds straight from the farm, he call me a farmer
We got pints, lean, hoes, money, clothes, uh, on us
Can't even step in the gym, 'cause the (Frrt), on us