[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Getting this tree, don't want this
Two, three niggas who belong with the convicts
Running around, getting music money
So, what do you know about four bags or a sixteen?
I'm waiting, that's what I thought
You're clueless, donny
He said, she said
I find all the rumours funny
I just do me and let them talk
Plus, I'm a deep thinker
So, what am I thinking about right?
None of you niggas can have a [?]
I tell 'em my mind's already worn
Put a prick in a wheelchair so he never walks
I don't wanna hunt for a line
Say what comes to my mind, so it's never forced
I'm on the grind scene
I just don't told Whoo Kid
None of them brothers could ever undermine me
I'll take off a head-top
I'm ruthless, I be the nigga that will mix something lively
One R6, two shooters
Anyway, can't take this brother lightly
I can make one car flip if I use this
Use your brain, who's to blame?
Or are you just absolutely stupid?
I stop smoking weed
Now that be reason a man have got mood swings
Like I'm that dirty, something I got a new ting
Them man are like 30 something and out looting
You see me? I push the red button on a loose ting
I'm on a mad one, I'll easy done the skeng like it's a cap gun
Peng food, tested out on a cat's tongue
R6, black one
Bitch in the back with the fat bum
Man have been sipping on a yack, come and have some
Giggs, Ghetts, let me see
Rizla, cigarette and a bag of weed
I ain't smoked in a month
Never feel like rolling me one
Firing, smoking, it's most of my lungs
Fire in a hole, I'm overly crunk
Lighting the [?]
Can't say no to the skunk
Getting this tree, don't want this
Two, three niggas who belong with the convicts
Running around, getting music money
So, what do you know about four bags or a sixteen?
I'm waiting, that's what I thought
You're clueless, donny
He said, she said
I find all the rumours funny
I just do me and let them talk
Plus, I'm a deep thinker
So, what am I thinking about right?
None of you niggas can have a [?]
I tell 'em my mind's already worn
Put a prick in a wheelchair so he never walks
I don't wanna hunt for a line
Say what comes to my mind, so it's never forced
I'm on the grind scene
I just don't told Whoo Kid
None of them brothers could ever undermine me
I'll take off a head-top
I'm ruthless, I be the nigga that will mix something lively
One R6, two shooters
Anyway, can't take this brother lightly
I can make one car flip if I use this
Use your brain, who's to blame?
Or are you just absolutely stupid?
I stop smoking weed
Now that be reason a man have got mood swings
Like I'm that dirty, something I got a new ting
Them man are like 30 something and out looting
You see me? I push the red button on a loose ting
I'm on a mad one, I'll easy done the skeng like it's a cap gun
Peng food, tested out on a cat's tongue
R6, black one
Bitch in the back with the fat bum
Man have been sipping on a yack, come and have some
Giggs, Ghetts, let me see
Rizla, cigarette and a bag of weed
I ain't smoked in a month
Never feel like rolling me one
Firing, smoking, it's most of my lungs
Fire in a hole, I'm overly crunk
Lighting the [?]
Can't say no to the skunk
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