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I'm so high, I don't even know how the fuck I'm standing up No fakin' ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know? Tossin' bullets out the window, we ain't littering I'll flick the switchy on this blicky for that bickering On, off, on, off, his light just be flickering Bitch talking 'bout she wanna link, let me consider it Working on another mission, cuz help me deliver it Fuck a papercut, I thumb so much, my fingers blistering Booted times two, I'm off a yerky in my Timberlands Bitch so cold, the way she ride me, I be shivering Ain't a thing different, it's ramen still simmering Marni monster activated, my ho rockin' Zimmerman Pale buckеt hat, look like a fisherman Catch a body with the .23, now Jason Richardson Diamonds glittеring, boy, get from 'round me, you be slithering Throw a muzzle on the ARP, this lil' bitch whispering At the mail box, I'm catching P's like I'm a pop filter Rose gold, White gold, two tone, this not Silver Should've kept her hands off my shit, I think my pop killed her I'm from where we turning 3D printers into Glock builders Yerks got me feeling like I dove into some poison oak Crazy, just for me to touch the court, had to annoy the coach If you on our way, get out the way, better avoid the boat Buying everything for all the times back when my toys was broke Letras de cancionesYou as lit as a wet matchbook Militia meet, then putting dates, on the next ambush Talking about you eating good, but that chef can't cook If the blicky jam, show you how my left hand look Tell your mans pay his bills, now he beefing with the repo man Couple hours counting cheese, done ended up with Cheeto hands Couple G's over a couple P's, we got a kilogram Tell a ho, "I want the neck above, so you can keep your pants" You rock bedazzled Ed Hardy Not me, I went to Hutch and bedazzled ten Cartis Zotti man pulled up with the flavors, Applehead Smarties Put an opp on the news, then throw a Channel 10 party I'm so stingy with the Quagen, you can't get a capful 10K for the hoodie, half silk, half wool You half-ham, half-burger Cuddy he a crack server, dirtied up the back burners In Ohio state, buck-eyed, lookin' for them troopers Still haven't touched five, you lookin' like a loser Teach a lesson with the Drakey, clip is looking like a ruler Hundred percent from the field, I'm looking like a shooter ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, two L's and a dollar sign From Letras Mania