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Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Breaking up Saran wrap Smelling like a Sauce pack Blowing Os' from my flap Her head tight like Baul cap I be in the party's Making money off that loud dope Bitches in my celly wonna' f*ck but they gon' say smoke Ganja crusted oxygen, I huff it 'til my face bloat Kill it in the bathroom Friends are knocking cuz she ain't smoke Everywhere I go I keep haters, man they're real persistent Always got another opp saying I'ma come up missin' Niggas always mad when you made your life a money mission Blame you for the worse, like you sponsored why their money slippin' Bad bitches feelin' like I'm way too much to f*ck with Won't even talk to the face, cool lil' kitty she gon' catfish Nude pics are often, killed my data watchin' bald fish I'm always in what's clean, thick as cheese, yellow hoe Swiss I bomb that Kitty cat Tappin' off my ball sack My thumb fat Dig it in her ass like nasty rug rat My phone flashed Prolly' made a play like from a dub sack I don't lack Strapped up booty warrior, this combat Smoking so much, my neighbors caught a contact Still smoking in apartments, big sessions, f*ck a contract In contrast, worldly visions higher tone like contrast T.R.U Gang kind of blunts Long live fatties ganja long last Snowmen out of ash Hit me after class Might just have that dab Fire to the hairs smellin' like I hit a lab Came into my pad lookin' bad I'm diggin' in my bag Rolled another fat Bagged her like some trash Lost off in the ash Sleepover no dash Sleepover no dash Sleepover no dash Yea Yea Yea T.R.U Gang Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Wassup Gang gang