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[Verse 1: Dirt Dawg]
Grab the mic, grip it tight and speak my mind
See I never wanna work, so I’m rappin 9 to 5
The gear on my grind, yea the light to my shine
I’m at the year for my pace, I take the blunts to the face
Fuck what’s at stake, I’m just keepin’ it live
You see I fear roller coasters, stay along for the ride
I stay paper catchin’, never caught up in the drama
Goons keep truckin’, don’t stop, no commas
And people say you gotta spend money to make it
Stocking cap on my face grab the mic and I’ma take it
You can’t fake it, swear the kids stayin’ busy
And bitches stayin’ busy tryna get busy with me
Get they Jersey Shore on, yea they wanna smoosh
But if we gettin’ busy baby gotta shave that bush
Smokin’ Reggie Bush get my heart beatin’ fastly
Switch to the Chron, feeling Great like the Gatsby
I be after cheese like Burger and the Rats be
Get my Lil Boosie on, I’m tryna get nasty
Never been the type to trip, naw my feet on the floor
But if a hater ever trips, then my feet’ll be sore
I got a dick for my whore, got two fists for snitch
Erk & Jerk quench my thirst, Purple Haze fix my twitch
Can you dig it? Yea, grip my blunt like pliers
Roll another gar, and let the piff take me higher
[Verse 2: Slank]
I’ma country mother fucker, I ride till I die
With a blunt up in my mouth and my niggas close by
Fly, is me, when I’m gettin’ cheddar
Never try to test me cause my lyrics like Berettas
Fuck nigga
Goon, Squad, Dope
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