(Verse 1)
I walk in the club
All the bitches look up
I got a hunnid fifty junkies
From the dope I cook up
I'm spittin fire flame mane
All these rappers shook up
I got a blonde white girl
With an ass and she fuck
I got a 45 gorilla on vanilla I'm on
Hit a lick to cop brick
And then I walk to the pawn
I'm a preacher in these speakers
Yeah your bitch know my song
Check my phone
Walk to the car
Drop a bag then I'm gone
Hit the scene then pop a bean
Now I'm no longer tired
If I'm shippin across the states
Then the money gets wired
Crystal clear hella clean
Yeah my dope be some fire
If he says the shit is pure
Then that folk is a liar
I walk in the club
All the bitches look up
I got a hunnid fifty junkies
From the dope I cook up
I'm spittin fire flame mane
All these rappers shook up
I got a blonde white girl
With an ass and she fuck
I got a 45 gorilla on vanilla I'm on
Hit a lick to cop brick
And then I walk to the pawn
I'm a preacher in these speakers
Yeah your bitch know my song
Check my phone
Walk to the car
Drop a bag then I'm gone
Hit the scene then pop a bean
Now I'm no longer tired
If I'm shippin across the states
Then the money gets wired
Crystal clear hella clean
Yeah my dope be some fire
If he says the shit is pure
Then that folk is a liar
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