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[verse – tryl]
yo, there goes tryl yeah, yeah
jump into the party and i’m already high
smoked 4 blunts baby and i think i’mma die
can’t get down now when i’m up in the sky
gonna drink my fill tryl i’m that guy
got the hoes nearby got the weed inside
got the b-tch on the side and you know i’mma try
she say she got a guy but wants me to f-ck her
you’re wearing yellow that’s my favorite color
oh smoke it up, baby p-ss the blunt
puff puff p-ss that hit the drum
gonna smoke all night i don’t give a f-ck uh
raise your cup up in the sky
scream f-ck that b-tch if you’re f-cking high
gonna party hard late in the night
gonna get f-cked up yeah i just might
drink a f-ck ton, get f-cked up get turnt
got my chain on, b-tch you gonna f-cking learn
i’m a pimp with these b-tches, that’s how i roll
ask lil nols or chap$tick, let’s go
i’m f-cking your cousin i’m f-cking your sister
i’m f-cking your mother and girl i’ll get witcha
i’m drinking a lot yeah i’m sipping a pitcher
i’m so f-cked right now and that’s what i’ll admit ya
i do what i want when i step in the place
coming up to me get outta my face
i’m f-cked up right now so get outta your lace
go back to my place and i’ll have a taste
i’m f-cked up

[verse – lil nols]
lil nols aye, aye
smoke purp, drink lean
i only f-ck b-tches that are mean
yeah people call me charlie sheen
yeah people call me charlie sheen
popping a molly i’m up in my beam
in this speed thinking i think it’s a dream
only smoke loud and it is so clean
hopped in my bed and made this b-tch scream yeah
better than then i’m sipping on lean
i’m a fiend, aye, i’m a fiend, i’m a fiend aye, aye, aye, aye
popping xans i don’t f-ck with it
smoke on loud yeah i admit it
pop by yeah, yeah i spit it
now people making me the critic
no, no i don’t have a honda civic
lambo iced out gold in it
lambo iced out gold in it
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ripping in my benz
always chilling with my friends
gotta a rolly on my wrist
gotta turn the rack to mist
always staying lit
i’m used to taking hits
so i’ll give the mic to chap$tick

[interlude – tryl]
yo yung fink, where the f-ck you been man
you haven’t been to the studio in a while dawg
is this ’cause we called you chap$tick on this song i know you hate that name but
listen dawg just call me back when you get this alright?

[verse – yung fink]
yo yo where is that c-ke at
i’m gonna do it then i got in my nose yeah
you know i’m gonna run it back, run it back to beat
’cause you know i’m bout to smoke the crack and i’m on my feet
i got that cherry red top yo it’s on my feet
i got the 10’s on my wrist and my d-ck on your beat
you know i’m bad dirty guy yo my name is sch-nk
i hop into your b-tch i got money like the brinks
yeah i’m a dirty guy i got dirty mind
i’mma f-ck your b-tch make her p-ssy cream pie, cream pie
i’m the meanest man you’ve ever seen alive
i got f-cking mitty-five in the back of the clive

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