Yea, smoke em like he high
Smoke him like he high huh
Smoke him like high
Five, end up on Fox five shii
Tsss, look at my neck my wrist and my chain
Look at my neck my.... Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name shii
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
Nigga wanna play with boy gon' end up on Fox five shii
Smoke him like he high ain't no killa but I'm fried
Oh my God, Oh my Christ, I know I'm not gon' die twice
I know I'm not gon' die twice, I know I'm not gon' die twice
That boy gon' talk like that boy gon' pop out but we know he not gon fye
Shawty gon' pull up grab my private now I'm starting to feel like I'm Mike shii
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King shii
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name okay
Leave him in the dust, I feel like a klutz
I'm boutta go nuts, I'm stacking my bills like I'm Russ'
Ion give af boutta bbl cause my shawty came with a butt
How much wood can a woodchuck chuck
Can't tell you but shawty a slut
I feel like I'm Chris, I gotta keep it tucked
I walk in this bih with them mills oh yea I feel like the Bucks
Yea that boy is a lame, yea that boy is a shmuck
That boy gon' talk on the net real life boy like Forrest Gump
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King shii
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name okay
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
Nigga wanna play with boy gon' end up on Fox five shii
Smoke him like he high ain't no killa but I'm fried
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Yea, smoke em like he high
Smoke him like he high huh
Smoke him like high
Five, end up on Fox five shii
Tsss, look at my neck my wrist and my chain
Look at my neck my.... Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name shii
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
Nigga wanna play with boy gon' end up on Fox five shii
Smoke him like he high ain't no killa but I'm fried
Oh my God, Oh my Christ, I know I'm not gon' die twice
I know I'm not gon' die twice, I know I'm not gon' die twice
That boy gon' talk like that boy gon' pop out but we know he not gon fye
Shawty gon' pull up grab my private now I'm starting to feel like I'm Mike shii
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King shii
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name okay
Leave him in the dust, I feel like a klutz
I'm boutta go nuts, I'm stacking my bills like I'm Russ'
Ion give af boutta bbl cause my shawty came with a butt
How much wood can a woodchuck chuck
Can't tell you but shawty a slut
I feel like I'm Chris, I gotta keep it tucked
I walk in this bih with them mills oh yea I feel like the Bucks
Yea that boy is a lame, yea that boy is a shmuck
That boy gon' talk on the net real life boy like Forrest Gump
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King shii
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name okay
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
Nigga wanna play with boy gon' end up on Fox five shii
Smoke him like he high ain't no killa but I'm fried
Smoke him like he high huh
Smoke him like high
Five, end up on Fox five shii
Tsss, look at my neck my wrist and my chain
Look at my neck my.... Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name shii
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
Nigga wanna play with boy gon' end up on Fox five shii
Smoke him like he high ain't no killa but I'm fried
Oh my God, Oh my Christ, I know I'm not gon' die twice
I know I'm not gon' die twice, I know I'm not gon' die twice
That boy gon' talk like that boy gon' pop out but we know he not gon fye
Shawty gon' pull up grab my private now I'm starting to feel like I'm Mike shii
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King shii
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name okay
Leave him in the dust, I feel like a klutz
I'm boutta go nuts, I'm stacking my bills like I'm Russ'
Ion give af boutta bbl cause my shawty came with a butt
How much wood can a woodchuck chuck
Can't tell you but shawty a slut
I feel like I'm Chris, I gotta keep it tucked
I walk in this bih with them mills oh yea I feel like the Bucks
Yea that boy is a lame, yea that boy is a shmuck
That boy gon' talk on the net real life boy like Forrest Gump
Look at my neck my wrists my chain
Most of my shits be plain huh
I'm boutta turn this blk girl white
I feel like Martin Luther King shii
Nigga talk shit bout gang we make em hang like Klu Klux Klan
And I left the kid on her face like a deadbeat, son don't no my name okay
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
My shawty she came with a stick, you would think she a dyke
Nigga wanna play with boy gon' end up on Fox five shii
Smoke him like he high ain't no killa but I'm fried
Writer: Jayland Chery
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