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[Verse 1: Yung Cub]
What you know, about this shit?
Wifin’ me up, suck my dick
Money Gang, that’s my clique
What you know bro it’s No Love & Cub tho
In the club yo
We so throwed ho
Like a UGK fuckin’ promo
ONO ONO
So ho what it do tho?
Wanna fuck?
Get some FroYo?
Dick game all-pro
Last guy madden
All I throw is bombs yo
Cub come through, so cut-throat
Might fuck ya bitch, at work tho
Might poke ya mom, you so slow bro
Let these hoes know
That the flow cold
Ice in the veins
Gettin’ bold tho
I might spaz
Straight let go
Fingers up, sets go, 828 from the get go
Die for my dawgs, No Love ho
[Verse 2: No Love]
Mind gone when I’m blowin’ on that Cali weed
Sing well, out of tune with reality
Dope boy salary
See me at the galleria
Plottin’ on a Banksy
Tryna get some powder see?
I ain’t cut from the cloth that you cut from
Know you duckin’ me, fuck it it’s a duck hunt
For me to be sober, hell needs to freeze over
Need to die & go to hell, climb to heaven, see Hova
I ain’t quittin’ on my drugs man, Molly gon’ miss me
Mary? Every damn mornin she kiss me
I wish we could fuck every now & then, bitch please
Imma stop usin’ when AK diss me
& that ain’t gon’ happen
Imma be rappin’
Imma be killin’ all the trash just scrappin’
When rap gets heavy, too heavy to carry
We worship the marijuana, hail mary
[Outro]
We worship the marijuana, hail mary
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