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[Verse 1: DA$H]
Feelin’ higher than the dirt sittin’ on Zeus’s shoulders
Liftin’ boulders, take a *sniff* and then she gettin’ colder
Dank aroma with a bitch the same color as cola
Prescription medicine up in my soda
Motorola pager clickin’ O, all about my chicken ho
I’m super saiyan four, you weak ass niggas playin’ piccolo
Sippin’ while I’m grippin’ wheels, you know that I’m ridin’
Drinkin’ while I’m drivin’ and I still ain’t got no license
Convinced this bitch to lick me while I down my mickey’s
Straight whore out your daughter, tellin’ Porter, „roll a fifty”
Better yet a quarter, ashin’ until I’m feelin’ misty
But never pass it cause I don’t fuck with niggas, Clayton Bigsby
So miss me with the tough shit
Cause I’m on my call your bluff shit
Flow harder than a drunk fist
After a 40, couple blunts, and a rum 1/5th
Don’t want it if it ain’t deluxe bitch
H’z nigga that’s just what I rep, I got the set blasted
To the box shit, couple white bitches on suboxone
Latina bitch like that oxy, black bitch molly, tonight she doing roxie
Intelligent, degenerate
You buyin’ it, I’m sellin’ it
I’m breakin’ down a backwood filled with dope, and I’m inhalin’ it
Mind I’m expellin’ it, to bass and instrumentals
She asked me what I like, money and drugs is what I’m into
[Verse 2: RetcH]
Forever thuggin, du-rag with my shirt open
When I walk past, you smell potent, got your girl open
She wanna smoke, finger her over, bring yo friend witcha
Can’t cop dutchess because these fuckers only sell swishers
Fuck it, it’s whatever, I’m still gon be high as ever
Because I’m smokin’ on better, weed crumbs on a Polo sweater
AKA my life in a nutshell
Shit I grew up and that’s wherever blunts fell
Remember I had a bitch, her name was Vivica
Went to meet her parents, was smellin’ like heavy indica
We ain’t work out, Ima come clean, I got cursed out
Finished eatin’ my dinner and merked out
Finna go lay up with my safe bitch
Goddamn, I swear that ain’t the same bitch
But guess we all change, some for the better
Some be for the worst, I can’t front it fuckin’ hurt
Somedays catch me thinkin’ where the fun go now
I’m still that mothafuckin nigga when the sun go down
When the sun go down
Somedays I be thinkin: where the fun go now
Somedays catch me thinkin: where the fun go now
Where the fun go now, where the mothafuckin fun go now
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