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Haha, yeah

God bless me soul backwoods when I roll, ayy
Don't like smokin’ zax, yeah, I'd
Rather smoke a bowl, ayy
Don't know why we smoke ’cause
My niggas on parole
But fuck it, we ain't flossin'
Prolly why my teeth so gold
I won't never front, I need that in cash
Told that bitch to suck, ayy
I ain't wanna smash, ayy
Burner to your tummy, I hope that you hungry
Ayy all about my money, so you
Know JK ain't funny, yeah, ooh
My pistol's a strap, ayy
She think I'm her dad, ayy, ayy
Thinkin’ I’m back, ayy i, ayy
In the fields with the bird, like an Eagle
God damn, I'm high, it’s nice to meet you
Think big, it's nice and legal, think big
It's nice and legal
They should lock me up, lean in my double cup
Smokin' double stuffed, ayy, Oreo my blunt
Ayy

I don’t want no friends, I got my strap, ayy
I don't want no friends, I got my cash, yeah
My bitch, she bad, yeah
Yeah, my bitch, she bad, yeah, ayy
I don't want no friends, I got my strap, ayy
I don't want no friends, I got my cash, yeah
Ayy i don't need no friends, I got my bag
I don't need no friends, I got a bag, ayy
My bitch, she bad, ayy, I
Don't need no friends, ayy
Bitch, she bad, ayy, I don't- ayy, ayy, yeah

All I need is cash, yo' bitch on her ass
She suck until she pass out
This money make her pass 'round
I got a pole, she sign on her toes
I fuck her with clothes on
Did I just make her red nose? yeah
Don't come to my home, a kingdom I dome
She in love with the way
I'm whippin' the stove
Yeah, she be suckin' it up on a boat
I got a pocket of thirties and O's
If you not big enough, then you gotta go
If you not big enough
Then don't hit my phone
Diamonds glisten on me jesus, listen homie
Bitch, my name is Daddy
So she don't call me Joey
Bitch, my name is Daddy
So she don't call me Joey
She don't call me Joey, she
Don't call me Joey, yeah
She don't call me-, ayy, yeah, ayy

God bless me soul backwoods when I roll
Don't like smokin' zax, shit
I'd rather smoke a bowl
Man, I don't know why we smoke, man
My niggas on parole
Fuck it, we ain't flossin', prolly
Why my teeth so gold, ayy
I won't never front, I need that in cash
Told that bitch to suck, I ain't wanna smash
Yeah
Burner to your tummy, I hope that you hungry
All about my money, so you
Know JK ain't funny, ooh, ayy
My pistol's a strap she think I'm her dad
Thinkin' I'm back i
In the fields with the bird, like an Eagle
God damn, I'm high, it's nice to meet you
Think big, it's nice and legal, think
Big, it's nice-, yeah, ayy, yeah
They should lock me up, lean in my double cup
Smokin' double stuffed, ayy, Oreo my blunt
Ayy

I don't want no friends, I got my strap, ayy
I don't want no friends, I got my cash, yeah

I got my strap, yeah
Yeah, I got my strap, yeah
I got my strap, yeah
Yeah, I got my cash, yeah