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Yeah, i slide through in that Benzo (All white)Everbody knowing ti's official My clic tatted up, hoes be acting up-bitch, get a hold of my pistol I dedicate it to the rivals Ain't no really telling what I might do This the kind of shit I like to vibe to Smoke weed if you'd like to I'm West Coasting 'til I'm overdosing Smoking the potent I hold in my lungs Bitches getting my undivided attention Did I mention that they feeling me like the plates on a trunk Blue bandana even though I'm cold blooded Self-Provoked, that's my L.A. cuz And my clic stay busting, ra-ta-ta-ta Notorious, man I'm ready to die Tiffany, she don't fuck with me, tell Alexis said she was in love with me AK4-7 company, we came from nothing to luxury Like blah! I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) You got a gun, but ain't using it Why the fuck you act like you shooting shit? You ain't got no plugs, you ain't moving bricks Letras de cancionesI made my point, you ain't moving shit Fuck you know about a prison term? I lived and learned it Fuck what you heard about prison murders Fuck what you heard about my clic, we murderers AK47, boy pack a burner Where the fuck you from? I probably know all your big homies I give you a number to contact, you call it... And see if they know me I'm smoking that killa, I'm selling that killa I'm getting that shit by the O-Z You fake and you fuck with the police Fool, why you be fronting? Boy, you ain't no killa I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (For the low) Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (On the low) I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I get it) Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) A bone in the motherfucking west Side Where they gangbang and they got the pretty model chicks with the boobs and they thick thighs All right, let's write Late night, no alarm we the late time Catch flights, no breaks, jet lag, bitch you know that I take mine Yo We are the Elohem [?] if you cashed out right then I can trust in you But if you tell me lies I'ma contribute to the same old thing that could've ended you Tell the rate, no betrayal, frail temper, and I ain't real centered I remain with the same crew Venom shoot through veins, when I'm on the same page [?] I'm angel, with a devilish grin Let me tell you a little something about the message I give [?] My mom, my pops, my blood, [?] take it all in Mom striked the bong on July twenty third Here I am, crazy minded, about to blow superb Dismiss common sense, I don't think like you Critic my minds and what the fuck you do On A High Note, I will rep it 'til the sun blows and the world's dark and still Ain't here to anyone that I got skill Do what I got to do, fuck how you feel Side hustles just to get me by and now I'm thinking bigger Company shit with hella big figures Barely back [?] game into my name So I swig my liquor, run it I got the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) I get the weed for the low, I get the weed for the low (I got it) Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low (Fuck with it) From Letras Mania