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[Skit: Juicy J] We trippy, mane It's your boy Juicy J, mane Y'all can't fuck with Meg, man, y'all can't fuck with her Here, hit this weed Hit this weed, my nigga 'Cause you need to calm the fuck down That shit'll kill you Ayy, man, but look, man, check this out From 2021 to 2022 to beyond All we finna do is get more bags on top of more bags Meg got businesses she openin' Popeyes done cut her a crazy check, that shit stupid So I'm tellin' y'all, man Verse killer music, her label comin' out Man, shout out to my nigga T Farris, Lil Ju, the whole team, man Let's get it, man, look here I'ma hit this weed one more time Bitch, smoke this Y'all need to keep smokin' weed Shut thе fuck up