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Goin' 149 in a 55
You might see me in the sky I be really high
Foreign truck, bitch it ain't nun basic
Smoked the whole blunt bitch
Said why you facin'?
Bitch you ain't my brother
You can't hit my blunt
Looking like that nigga and I feel like that
Puffin flute, saxophone, clarinet
Skinny jeans on tryna stop the racks
Nigga we don’t love these bitches
I ain’t goin out in public with these bitches
She suck me, she suck you, ooh she vicious
All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches
These hoes can't drive that
Shit too ridiculous
Somebody call rob, my watch too ridiculous
Young nigga still on this road of richess
This dumb nigga spend his cash
On dope and bitches
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness
No computer we'll break a nigga shit
No computer we'll fix a nigga shit
That go for black john tryna
Wrip a nigga shit
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit
I named the truck Ludacris
Disturbin' the peace
Who you buying pills from?
They serving bleach
I got a condo on my neck
Who wanna live here?
We done lost a couple soldiers
But we still here
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair
Brick ass nigga we got steel, fam
Aye, 2 tone cubs, you might see me in Cuba
Frozen 'cause my jewler them ain’t VVS
You got yo necklace from a fooler
Aye, they sold you that fooled ya
My youngin' nem with it blowin' at the jewler
Sippin' a PT cruiser you know my shit fast
You think I'm high we be cruising
Aye, bitches jewlin' on the jewlery
Goin' to school to be a doctor so
I asked her can she cure me
700 horses call Polo
Nigga we was lookin' for you
Nigga Marco polo
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness
No computer we'll break a nigga shit
No computer we'll fix a nigga shit
That go for black john tryna
Wrip a nigga shit
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit
I named the truck Ludacris
Disturbin' the peace
Who you buying pills from?
They serving bleach
I got a condo on my neck
Who wanna live here?
We done lost a couple soldiers
But we still here
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair
Brick ass nigga we got steel, fam
New foreigns outside, they ain't leased
Nigga say he on his bag, he want me
Trap house been in uncle Phil crib
Nigga and my momma ain't even livin' here
Stuntin' on the commas on a steel chair
Pushing old money with a wheelchair
Call me Ballout baby, the pill bear
On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer
Fresh as hell and I ain't
Goin' in no summer tale
Nigga don't get put on a obituary