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[Verse 1]
Freestyles with the boys in Lavington
Weed in the air, shuttle cocked like badminton
Micky with the raw, Dissy rollin trees
Ludo rip the vape, and I’m playing beats
Bernard in the car and he feel the bass
Probably getting high off the fumes blowin in his face
But I don’t give a fuck cuz I’m steady chillin
So homie play that beat I ain’t finished killin
Tomorrow imma wakeup hung-over
Probly kick a ball, hit the dog park and do it over
DP chillin like I’m C Blue
Twenty grams a k and a preview
The big homies tell me I should start to write
And I praise the lord cuz goddamn they’re fucking right
But first I get a call from my man K [Kiema]
He said we gotta chill and I’m on my way
[Hook x2]
Swervin down the street on a boda
Pull up with the raps, dub sac, fuck a quota
I’m in the 254, yeah, reppin the 254
[Verse 2]
Sick raps, kill tracks, tell em feel that
Two shisha pipes and ciroq don’t spill that
The guards ain’t causin trouble cuz I paid em off
And if haters wanna tussle imma lay em off
Liquor comes wit a false sense of confidence
Underage raves in the best of the continents
Fake ID’s, hittin Kenyan bars
Feeling pretty good jumpin out the car
The smoke drifts out as we hit the party
Two bitches on my lap, and three Bacardi’s
I just kiss em both but one call back
Why we ain’t gone to prom, I tell her fall back
So I find a circle with them smoke signals
Lose my fucking lighter and throw singles
I hit the weed twice it’s the same old song
Lost my money at casino and my cents/sense gone
[Hook x2]
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