No Mas Izaya Tiji

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Running around and I got the tool
[?]
Smoking on gas smoking on took'
Flexing that shit but it could get took
Percs and the drank like stew
My new bitch, cancun
Money came, straight out of the blue (yeah)
The blue, that's, old news
Sippin' red lean so dumb
No boy, this is not no fruit punch
(yeah) good gas in my lungs
(yeah) chopper bullets eat em like brunch
We shoot shit just for fun
You look like a victim
You can't run a and kill sum
Cookin it up crisco (yeah yeah yeah)
This ain't a lie
I know that guap, don't make a lot
Circle small don't need no mas (yeah)
We got pots
Nigga, we got hella pots
Treat em with caution like oh gosh
No mas (x9)
Haha (x15)
You lost your homies, what it cost you?
We ain't tryn to feel
Sick so I get high uh
I get higher higher, than a helicopter
I don't wanna see no coffin
No mas (x11)

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