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Yeah, I been fuckin' up the road, but I don't got my CDL They like, sir, these niggas out here hatin' It ain't hard to tell she think she mean She don't follow rules, then put her ass through hell Told a nigga, hit my jack, but ain't no one hit my cell I know that gangy got my back, but I'm spinnin' by myself Niggas say he smokin' gas, but when he smoke, it's hard to smell I start thinkin' bout the past, it's time to roll another L Shout out Teck, he got the gas, he get that shit sent through the mail Told a nigga, hit my jack, but ain't no one hit my phone I'ma feel some type of way, if you talkin' with a tone Had to push the bop away, she like to tug on my vlone She said, you got a baby face, but I'm like, baby girl I'm grown How Its smoke when every time them niggas see me, they just mug If you a threat, then I'm a step, but nah, I ain't a thug Shorty said she wan drink, but I can't, she like to chug And to free my niggas zhav, he squashin' shit, sum like a bug Nigga, I'ma paint the town red, tell em, keep playin She said, all you care about is bread, like, bitch, what you sayin' Yeah, I believe, but I still do my dirt, so now I'm prayin Gang with me, try and hit this lil' function, but we ain't payin She seen the BB and the shoes, she start to choose, soon as I came in yeah She choose, soon as I came in, nigga Said, I don't like to talk to niggas, always gotta fake a smile I don't put my trust in bitches, cause they out here runnin' wild Gang, I hit hit from the back, made her ass throw in the towel uhhh Let me do that again Said, man, I hit it from the back, made her ass throw in the towel Gang, you know I hit it right, she said I made her coochie smile I been waitin' to hit this bop, we been talkin' for a while But when the time came, I couldn't even hit, cause it was foul man that shit wild Man, I been fuckin' up the road, but I don't got my CDL They like, sir, these niggas out here hatin', it ain't hard to tell She think she mean She don't follow rules, then put her ass through hell Told a nigga, hit my jack, but ain't no one hit my cell I know that gangy, got my back, but I'm spinnin' by myself Niggas say he smokin' gas, but when he smoke, it's hard to smell I start thinkin' bout the past, it's time to roll another L Shoutout Tech, he got that gas, he get that shit sent through the mail Thanks for listening