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Lyrics

[Intro] (It's mwk on this shit) Fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck [Chorus] Roll up another one, I need me another one These bitches goin', gon' let my lil' brother hit Every time I'm scorin', you know when I up this bitch Poppin' out late, poppin' shit Run a nigga pockets, see what he got Forty dollars for a Patek, ice it out Different kind of drugs, any bitch you can buy Lil' twin waitin' on me to drop "Super Why" Hundred-round drum, this bitch go, "Frrt, frrt," you shot Speakers in the trunk, blow these bitches out Stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic All these hoes got a chance, they ain't gotta fight Rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight Get out the V, this a motherfuckin' striker Two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle [Verse] That nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Beat down the motherfuckin' block, get trapped out Lil' twin walk in party and spot a opp out Lil' Lazer the hardest, the prices done went up Let down that window, you see the smoke come out black truck Whip out this shit on crowd, make 'em back up All these fuckin' times I'm travelin' too I got racks with me, jump out a plane Havin' motion, ho gon' fuck on the gang The smoke up, it's in the sky I'm in a black truck, you can't see my eye I'm in a black truck, you can't see my face I trap this bitch out for minimum wage Get out the mini store, 12 serve the plays Put down that fuckin' strap, you need a taser These niggas hatin', they ain't beefin' with Lazer Bitches ain't wanna fuck, see me on TV now I get this shake off too, I can't leave it out Get the pack off, then I'm back to the fuckin' spot How the fuck nigga get jammed with a switch on Glock? Come out the woods like a animal, make no sound All they eyes rollin' whenever if I pop out Get on the stage, then I pipe this bitch up Dripped the fuck out anywhere that I go Nigga get popped, turn his shirt to red, huh Come on my block, you gon' see nothin' but horror (Horror), uh [Chorus] Roll up another one, I need me another one These bitches goin', gon' let my lil' brother hit Every time I'm scorin', you know when I up this bitch Poppin' out late, poppin' shit Run a nigga pockets, see what he got Forty dollars for a Patek, ice it out Different kind of drugs, any bitch you can buy Lil' twin waitin' on me to drop "Super Why" Hundred-round drum, this bitch go, "Frrt, frrt," you shot Speakers in the trunk, blow these bitches out Stand in front the crowd, rap into the mic All these hoes got a chance, they ain't gotta fight Rubber bands on my racks, keep it tight Get out the V, this a motherfuckin' striker Two scopes mounted on the top of my rifle [Outro] Fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck