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[verse 1: gudda gudda]
life is all good, i ain’t tripping ’bout nothing
tall cup of mud, b_tch, i’m sipping on something
leaning to the left, money in my right hand
got a b_tch with me, i’ma beat it like mike and
i’m getting to the money, b_tch, ain’t nothing funny
all black chucks, black d_ckies, black skully
i’m teaching hustlenomics, i’m all about a profit
i pull up at the club, and i got all the b_tches bopping
gotta pop me just to stop me, real n_ggas follow me
and all the b_tches tell me even the p_ssy n_ggas copy
shout out k!lla kyleon, them b_tches can’t stop us
he an h_town n_gga, so you know we keep the rocket
so we gon’ get this money, and you gon’ look stupid
got a [?] hustle, i just keep this sh_t moving
and i’m a fly n_gga, so the b_tches keep choosing
i just drop the top back, and sip the lean and keep cruising

[verse 2: k!lla kyleon]
higher than an astronaut, moonrocks on my collar, ho
birthday should be [?], ’cause i stay around them dollars, ho
i spit it like it’s nothing, you n_ggas cheap as a dollar store
not into landscaping, i can give a f_ck about a ho
flow hard as calculous class, i’m a problem, bro
the only way to solve it is over a couple [?]
omg, my amg chain big as your future
get used to it, you come [?] like you ain’t used to sh_t
k!lla [?] i double [?]
[?] rolling like i’m kelly
my [?] look like jelly, i just get bread like a delly
[?] but i’m a [?] what they tell me
gudda times two, young money [?]
double white cup [?] in it
from the h to the n.o., [?] like [?]
[?] other n_ggas [?]
[verse 3: short dawg]
slab on slangers, don’t mistake us for no hundred spokes
two chicks with me, and they thicker than a bubble coat
hoes love me ’cause i’m dope, but that’s on another note
all about my mail, so they l!ck me like the envelope
stay in something tinted, with the h on me fitted
yeah, i’m fly, but i never put my cake [?] women
’cause i’m known for switching hoes more than i be switching t’s
and leave them hanging like the stocking on christmas eve
my heart six degrees, but the flow [?] hundred
like trackstars, most these rap n_ggas known for running
and me, i’m from the hood, so beef, i ain’t worried ’bout
’cause my goons’ll put a hole in you like a bird house
i’m sipping pints in the syrup [?]
rap [?] like the girl scout
it’s short dawg, catch me in your girl’s [?]
flow nasty like [?]
fresh!

- gudda gudda

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