[Hook: Pep Love]
We sh sh sh sh sh shift shape
And we make sh sh sh sh shit shake
We sh sh sh sh shine and get paid
When this sh sh sh sh shit gets made

[Verse 1: Casual]
Hey I lie, I can't tell you none
(uhuh not me nigga)
Nigga get high, sacrificin' brain cells and lungs
Still catch me at the mall with my foot on the wall
Window shoppin', like "This'll look good on my broad"
But did no coppin'
No no, not Smash
Nigga did that shit before and the ho got gased
I got unlimited rhymes that I'll be givin' 'em
And niggas don't admit it at times but I be feelin' them cats
Can't express how they feel in they raps
Nigga prone to pop a pill and collapse
Done dealin' with saps
I smock slack in a Gilligan hat
Gat cocked back
Ready for killin' them cats
But no not that
I'm chillin' in fact
I'm gettin' chillins just from spillin' these raps
(you feelin that?)
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