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N-to the-E-to the-R-V-E Sit tight, get right Buss down a Thotiana for a blue face Herb grass when they searched the car The lawyer still get a pass, made the judge drop a two case Yeah my wife lit, prolly got a side chick Telling me to watch 'cause she only do it two ways Yeah true true, give a fuck who's who Like, I don't give a fuck, your old man is who's mate? (Fuck off) You got a cousin up at whose place? Little brother like fucking too much to lose mate Losing is a thing we don't choose, don't do Only time that I losе is when I lose weight Matе, when it comes to the paper You don't want a beef, that's brief like a suitcase Aye, that's why I blaze on the mic When I walk & talk I'm on Arabian Nights (RRRAGH) Brother, I'm all-night rager SportsBet winner, hit a 4-5 wager Hannibal Lector picking the trifecta I build walls up like a Fortnite gamer Later, still got blow with the smoke In the 1980, you owe me a favour Still got a pack from a fresh import in a bunch like Brady Letras de cancionesWith [?] flavour Imma stay on rides In an all black whip and I crave more size In a D-[?] kid and a paid for ride With an AMGG [?] 4-5 Come try me, put a sock in a brother, Mick Foley You wanna block shot? my brother you're not goalie It's big Chill Chill with a big face Rollie Honestly fuck it, I've been too polite Labels are looking like STRADA agreements the way we be talking my units for price Might be a stoner but I got a homie to hop in this Uber and do it at night Don't want you to stress but yes, we got your address and we know your room's on the right We got it-RRRAGH My brothers would do it for shoes and a bike Money and fame, randoms are dropping your name Like fuck if you knew what its like Now I get five-star when I had mum in the kitchen just whipping me tuna and rice All of you trying to do what we do Don't give a fuck, you ain't doing it right We got it-RRRAGH I never choose to run So if the cops come-a-knockin' I just move the funds I just copped mum a one-of-one clutch for none With all the money that I made off of Susan's Son So that's right boy, tell me who's the one Cops come when I'm silent like Buddhist Monks Had the boys tuned up now he's all bruised up Brother hit him with the coup de grâce Chick ain't smoke herb before But I eat, sleep, breathe it in herbivore So I rolled one up, made her puff puff puff On her first damn Jay - wow Jersey Shore, ha Homie UK low me Emcees wanna steal the hooks like Maui Joker and thief in streets, we wolf Mother cook butter like chickens with chicks in my Audi I got some money to make, I got a bud on the break Couple to swerve, I got the Djokovic shit with the rock And I'm David Chapelle when I hustle this herb Still pay accountants that balance the bouncing of all of the money when money returns Still pay commission 'cause we the commissioners how we be holding this money reserve From Letras Mania