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[Verse 1: Joey Purp] I roll up two blunts and smoke 'em back to back I'm just sippin' on red 'cause I can't find no Act' I keep her around 'cause she know how to act And my phone's full of nine, got a line on the thrax (Phone full of nines, gotta line) That lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the beat (That lil' bih go crazy, she wild) The broski took ten and a half in the max I just took me a flight to LA to relax (Took me a flight to relax) If the new lick don't hit then it's back to the pack [Chorus: Joey Purp] Yeah It's a GLE, not a Suburban (The GLE fast) It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass) She can't wait 'til she see me in person (She can't wait 'til she gag) Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (Took photos on four-doors) Cop new rollos and fuck up thе polo (Fuck up the polo) I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo) Came out to LA to smokе on the runtz Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (Fall from the line, gotta line) Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (Lil' bih go crazy, she bad) She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (Bad, she get what she want) Broski got forty, we bringin' it back (Broski got forty) The new lick don't hit then it's back the pack [Verse 2: KAMI] Really don't, if really don't hit me Yeah, if really don't hit me If really don't hit then it's back to the [yurgs?] I tripled my advance, you watchin' me splurge When I got it low, I was makin' it surge That money comin', it's a gift and a curse When that money came in, all the snakes start to merge My new Rollie come clean, that bitch look like a virgin And I'm sippin' on all of that drink, it's a murder Can't fuck on these beats, robbin' shit is unheard of Yeah broski had the bars unlocked like a burglar We got some thirties, we can aim at your birdie I got two bad bitches, wanna do virgin Young superstar, pull up in a suburban (Okay) Young superstar, show the world what it means How much money can you fit in your jeans? I walk in these places and buy me some things And I feel like the RZA 'cause I got the C.R.E.A.M [Chorus: Joey Purp] Yeah It's a GLE, not a Suburban (The GLE fast) It's a sixth in my cup so I'm swervin' (I'm sippin' on glass) She can't wait 'til she see me in person (She can't wait 'til she gag) Yeah, I take photos on top of the four-doors (Took photos on four-doors) Cop new rollos and fuck up the polo (Fuck up the polo) I got chocho, it came from my cholo (I got chocho from cholo) Came out to LA to smoke on the runtz Then I ran out of fire 'til I'm rollin' up blunts Can't find no pineapple, poured up in peach You gon' fucks from the lime, got a line on the punch (Fall from the line, gotta line) Lil' bih go crazy, I beat from the front (Lil' bih go crazy, she bad) She so bad, hit the mall and she get what she want (Bad, she get what she want) Broski got forty, we bringin' it back (Broski got forty) If the new lick don't hit then it's back the pack