When she say bust it open I finna take ur soul

Well, when wings need to be paying serious, you blockin' flavor.

Then, you bake 'em in cannabis, brother.

Get these ****s out here so they can hit, make 'em throw them stacks.

Hey, this big-belly bitch out here about to ride over her wings now.

Okay.

Learn me something, then, youngin'.

Alright.

Trap a beat, bunkin', I'm thuggin' for real.

Trap a beat, bunkin', I'm servin' these angles.

I'm in this shit, junkies all seem like the plug.

Neighborhood folk who me, they know what's up with me, though.

With the gangsta, they showin' me love.

Step in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up chicken.

I'm go down the brick, I'm not second or third.

You need your friend, I might show you some love.

Don't come with that paper, I'm flyin' you up.

Drop 'em around, I'll tie you up.

Remember, one day, you can trip on the bus.

Bitch, I'm the money and money we trade.

Thinkin' 'bout it, Corbin?

The Kyle family would be the only family in all of Non-Connecticut.

It's a net worth of six million for the sale of your land.

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