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Backseat, riding with the trays, rock bottom That'll turn that nigga to a ghost Ain't no love in my city, straight drugs in my city Niggas walk around this shit, no hope Gotta keep the gang here with me, anything hold fifty Niggas wanna bang, want no smoke Nigga had the cash out, silly, bought the bag out with me Nigga tryna stack, show you how it go Follow my eyes, shit gon' be right on the prize Repping the set with the gods Split up them pods Run up the check to get high Fuck it, my nigga, we grind Out of my mind, most of these niggas is lying All of my shit a design Look at me shine, nigga might hit a few lines Then I might bang on your dime Do it, I hope You do me, Peter Pan, four in my liter, man Repping the coast All of my hitters bang, run up and get your man Word to my bros Flexing on Instagram, made over insta-fame Blowing my dope Punching up instant bands, move like the Crip in gangs Taking those shorts Letras de cancionesJedi, I came with the force Roll up and spark up the torch Enter the corpse, pouring some liquor for cous' This for the niggas we lost Don't trap on the corner, killers is in the town Nigga not duckin' rounds Fuck with the growers, hit me, I need your loud Shipping, you get your pounds I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a a zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go Call me the pack'tivist, smoke hella weed Travel all through the atlas and planting my seeds Grew to a money tree, as it should be Got some young niggas gunning while on LSD They want my hundreds, start hitting the bitch When I open like Horus, she thought I was cute Pull up, now you retreat Make you bow to the feet I ain't rocking designer, red bottom my sneaker Don't get your people annihilated Psilocybin— my pupils be dilated I reside in the group with the finest ladies Free my mind now I move with no limitations We just demonstrating, dollars circulate Blowing recreation, pussy penetrate Ain't no fucking trophies when you in the grave Throw your girl emoji, she just give me face Never gave me faith, had to push it in place Manifested my future on daily basis Gettin' stoned like Medusa while getting paper Cop a P, then we move it, don't tell the neighbors Only blow OG, that potent flavor Nigga, roll me a dollie and then I face it Wrap that shit tight so they cannot trace it Fed Ex sent me a text that the package made it I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go I got the packs if you got the racks Twist up a a zip of the meds to relax Stashing the gas when I fly through the map Got it on me, nigga, know it's a fact I got the dough, who got the dro'? Hop on the flight, get the pack, hit the road Roll up a spliff to the face and reload Gotta stay lit everywhere that we go From Letras Mania