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[Verse 1: Sdot Pdot]
Purp got me decent but this Kush got me high as hell (cough, cough)
Step on the gas hear the V12
Thinking bout my brother O like damn I hope he got my mail
Thinking bout how DP gone he’ll never meet my baby girl
This the type of shit that goes on thru my mind
Thinking bout how one of my brothers dead the other one time
Breaking down another swissha shit’d ima be fine
I’m my mama’s youngest son nigga I bet you I shine nigga
I’m destine for mine keep a vest and a nine
Heavily loaded approaching enemy lines
Yea you thinking they ya friends man these niggas be lying
Next thing you know yo body found on the dan ryan
Shot from ya mans iron
There’s no loyalty I don’t trust these niggas
Cold-hearted straight darkness Ima crush these niggas
Ima artist draw the cartridge Ima buss these niggas
They ain’t talking money, fuck I so what these niggas
Hop on a track and show up these niggas
They don’t want beef I cold cut these niggas
Man they spitting bologna you know I go ham
Thanks to my bros and product of my environment (straight Piff)
Flame up the dope man

[Chorus: Sdot Pdot]
I wish it was me and my brothers in this bitch
Doing shows fucking hoes getting rich
Counting bands hella bands til’ we rich
Counting bands hella bands til’ we rich

I wish it was me and my brothers in this bitch
Doing shows fucking hoes getting rich
Counting bands hella bands til’ we rich
Counting bands hella bands til’ we rich

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