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Uh uh Uh uh Uh uh Uh uh Uh uh Yea, Get it and we gone I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong So much green, these roots becoming overgrown Shit is bad enough, I never would've known I move pounds and now my momma off the dope I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up Aint no room to breathe I got bitches in my britches, bitch I'm rich ill take the fee Bitch Im smokin on them fumes I been tokin on them trees I be cookin up that dope shit, I been servin up these fiends Bitch Im gone, yea dozin off I was dabbin off my ass for way too long I was servin up that honey to the bees Ima please, then I'm finna leave Yea Yea uh uh Yea, Get it and we gone I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong So much green, these roots becoming overgrown Shit is bad enough, I never would've known I move pounds and now my momma off the dope I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up Yeah, you could pick up, yeah Shawty, you want me pick her, yeah I been slurrin all my words, I'm off the liquor, yeah Shawty say I'm fuckin' with her, I'm a trickster, yeah Shake the whole damn place, you feel it on the Richter scale Make it quake, bound to make it shake Aint got time to waste, I told that bitch, come andale I don't like delay Only when it follow what I say You can hear my voice been echoing throughout the fuckin' place That shit ringing in their ears Drippin blood and sheddin tears I'ma haunt your ass for years Wreakin havoc on my peers They gon' ask, "the f*ck he on? I need that shit, so bring it here" Bitch I'm right where I belong, I ain't need to make it clear I been zooted off my ass, but I don't mind Tryna steal my soul too bad, this shit ain't mine Better speed it up, we runnin' out light He said "I'm comin for you" Put it on my life Yea, Get it and we gone I got bands on bands I hold it to my dome I got too much fetty, bank think something wrong So much green, these roots becoming overgrown Shit is bad enough, I never would've known I move pounds and now my momma off the dope I'ma take yuh bitch, right here this shit a stick up I got pictures of us ramming, you could pick up