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Two half gallons of tequila gone. I wake up like, who is this I'm laying on. Ask Queen ask black about bottle day. Nemo, Nemo, bring your ass home

I hope you still smoking. Hope the sickle cell gone. I'm still focused. AKA I'm in the zone. They tried to pin the donkey ain't nothing to tell on. Whole team of hate as mad they can't put a L on me

Boy you looking frail boy don't make me wail on you. Through a sea of niggas I'll drop a whale on you. I'm busy getting coin like a wishing well wish a nigga would. Well, not really I just wish him well

And I was always taught to bring the heat and set that shit to hell. Pull up, pull up, pull up, get the money then I'm setting sail

And I'm a spend this money like nigga never had shit and hit the liquor store. Me and my bitch and do it, do it, do it, like this

Zooted. Meaning throw it back toast to nothing is exclusive and a toast to what's next. Got a toaster that'll smoke you if you're reaching for my neck, fuck you pay me my respect and yes, I do accept checks

Bodybuilding niggas at the gun show flexing. I'm just trying to get it big. Your boys pro Texas. The hardest choice to make Mercedes Jag or A Lexus. If I hit secrets tonight, then Ima probably pick Alexis

Full of reck AKA so reckless. When we got back home, that's when shit got reckless. Decapitated her yeah, I left the girl neckless. Killed the pussy then awoke and ate the groceries for breakfast

Caught a body please don't nobody panic. She'll wake early in the morning thank you Jesus resurrected. Put her Lauren Hill. Ooh, La, La, La, La, on a hammock, hit her with a wrecking ball. She ain't know I caused damage like this