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I need TM on the pinky.
I need TM on the neck.
And make it out to tazzianmalik.
When you write out the check.
Okay.
I know that i smell like some weed,
It's zaza on my breath, okay.
It's Target Tent or nothing,
So i put it on my chest, okay.
On Allah, keep shit bussin',
Like lil shawty on my left.
Baby, do you wanna f*ck?
Please do no eye me to death.
I was flirting with these Runtz, this blunt tryna take my breath,
Away.
We all in the front, wit the taliban face.
I heard you fell out wit the bra,
All over some pape, damn.
That shit kinda fake, bigger shit at stake.
Future lookin' bright,
Boogers in my face (Ears)
I can't even,
Hear.
TM the whole gear.
He say he dont f*ck wit bra.
The f*ck is he still here?
I been startin' waves
And catching eyes, so I know how it feel.
But I think that bra got too much dip, on his chip for real.
Oh Allah guide my brother's right,
While we in the field.
Aye on Allah
I can get you right, I don't need a-
Ay on Allah man, I love my life,
Swagger on a mil.
Say wallahi bop, you love my life?
Swagger on a mil.
Man this shit slappy bob
He giggin' hard, tell me how you feel?
Big bro Debo mode,
He pully card.
Tell me what's the drill.
And we got older, but this shit still hard, so what we need we...
Still, on that shit still,
On that shit to this day,
On that shit 4real.
Still.
Still, on that shit still,
On that shit to this day,
On that shit 4real.
Yeah, huh?
Still, on that shit still,
On that shit to this day,
On that shit 4real.
Still.
Still, on that shit still,
On that shit to this day,
On that shit 4real.
Yeah, huh?
I might pull up and go stoopid a little bit.
Burnin' grabba, they Pinocchio,
Can't burn no wood like this.
I'm the realest boy, I am the man, on Allah, I'm the shit.
Aye, on Allah boy, on crip.
Aye, on Allah boy, watch this.
I'm on West Lane, poppin shit,
You know I'm still on this.
I'm a NorCal baby, smokin' north side spliffs.
I'm from the Northside Stockton, so it's NAM on my wrist,
And it's still f*ck the pigs, still Garbo in the spliff!
I'm a F-12 Roller, all my bacon blunts hit.
And it's R.I.P. Kobe, play wit snakes and you get bit.
I'm a real Port baby, they ain't wanna book the kids,
We start throwin' our own shit, servin' drugs inside the pit.
Freethebigbox, til it's backwards, I'm a box boy til I kick.
I'm a real daily trapper, i'm wit Dub in 916.
We some real hot sliders, Matty Ruger, probably-
Prophet probably f*cked yo-
Cupid mighta prolly...
I was really at the Hammer Skate, we melancholy.
I was NAMin' up with NstyNate,
Drast house, gettin' baked.
Namy told me, hold the Glock,
But hold it down just for a day, I'm off the lean on Instagram,
Flexin' on a private page.
Nigga, we at Helldo, who was really tryna skate?
YP got an extra one, turned it to a double date.
Dropped me in a styrofoam,
No it didn't go your way,
Like it's Hydrocodone,
It's hard to disintegrate.
Caught me havin' flashbacks, dreamin' bout the old place.
Stunna vans down Malvern.
Backwoods at Milla's place.
Makin' beats at West House.
Barbecues every other day at Jesus' house,
PlayStation, high as f*ck, we playin' Skate.