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Henny in my cup yup i dont give a damn. When the beat drop yup. they say yeah thats my jam. These niggas rhyms trash yup . like some spamm. She say she got a new yup. I dont give a dam

 

Walked in the party just turned told the dj he gotta burn it up. These lames out here clutchin wat. They aint bussing nonthing just snitchen up. If you got that gas then put it in the air . if ya got beer then grab her hair . if you got a bottle then treat her like a model. And if ya got ya strap betta use it if you pull it out. We dont bang wit cowards.  And if you got that bread say fuck the feds. Yeah fuck the feds and fuck the opps .ima chase that bread til im at the top. Ship shoped getcha top rocked for that bread . if ya kill one of mine i want all parties dead. U niggaz wish ya getcha bread up. And when that paper come thru ian lettin up . u niggaz mad for what. Ian finna talk shit just getcha clapped up.all that shit talkin got em came up missen . shout out all my uncles i got in penetentry . 357 wit nose like grinch . ride around town like a fed in this bitch . nd if you want that smoke come see bout me . and if you a lame ass nigga i caint hang around you(Chorus)

Im blowin gas like im riding out of town. when i put in the air its that green not that brown . she snort it by the pound like her name was whitney brown. Hoe breath stankin like blakinmilds . niggaz dont wash they ass make my face frown. Lil nigga steped up nd got laid down . ian got no time to play these lame niggas . its raesmith ima fuckin boss nigga