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Yeah, oh shit man it feel like I'm sick Dead to the brain, break bread is the game They know the name, they gon' scream at the clique Peep where we at, they done seen niggas trip Windows tinted, and some bitches in the whip We all lit, everybody in this bitch showin' it Hoppin' out the whip with a stick In my defense, I do whatever for my chick, where my shit I ain't waiting, I'ma need it quick In all cash I'ma need my [?] Hit a lick, just give me what I want, and [?] Ain't no rent, cause I paid for my shit, we legit Tell it how it is, it make sense Made dollars, niggas yet to make cents It's hella smoke, they gon' need to make vents For we air yo ass out and commence to make hits We ain't hidin' niggas know where we at And we ain't trippin' 'cause we know where we at Finna try, out here niggas on the map In all black smokin' weed in the pad We ain't hidin' niggas know where we at And we ain't trippin' 'cause we know where we at Finna try, out here niggas on the map In all black smokin' weed in the pad Letras de canciones Oh shit man it feel like I'm sick People always have to tell me when they take me to a party, don't trip Never know if [?] up leave a nigga with his dome split [?] that they put me in, I was on set [?], fall deep, on the slow creep in the whip Schwarzenegger like to run a man with a rubber band on my clip My everyday surrounded by [?] and riffs Yo everyday on the Xbox with Capri Sun and chips We lit, hella weed, but the kush is sweet on my lip Tryna get it by the pound, at least buy a couple of vents Bail up to the function, I think he suckin' off the fit [?] homies, slappin' [?] DJ quick Don't trip, [?] my shit When its time to ride, when somebody die, that's who I'm rollin' with [?] window when I hit I ain't playing games, homie gon' pray, when I see the nigga that's it Fuck [?] We ain't hidin' niggas know where we at And we ain't trippin' 'cause we know where we at Finna try, out here niggas on the map In all black smokin' weed in the pad We ain't hidin' niggas know where we at And we ain't trippin' 'cause we know where we at Finna try, out here niggas on the map In all black smokin' weed in the pad From Letras Mania