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[intro]
uh huh
yea yea yea
uh huh
yea yea yea, t

[verse 1]
i’m talking sh_t mike sherm in ya speakers
you tryna hang ten toes in some sneakers ay
sneak dissing like a b_tch you ain’t a winner
wasting time getting mine wish that life was so simple
leave the house, gotta get my ass up
in my pjs i don’t wanna dress up
throw a dub for some gas man i’m tryna link up
what’s my plans for the week i already f_cked up nah
we to this cake never sliding out my lane
and we still getting paid taking hunnids to the face yea
leave the bank like i’m running from a chase
never ran far from nun when i know i’m still safe
i don’t need the drums, i ain’t finna run
take ya time all day now we just begun
in my hood still chilling homie just because
i’m tired of the pain bruh i’m not gone jaws

[verse 2]
it’s cellyg the demon
the n_gga that’s givin’ ya main s_m_n
you know i’m hyphy when i slide to the dilla
pull up, and politic with all my hittas
when i dip out i squeeze on the gas
burnt rubber, make sure when i’m slidin’ i don’t crash
one hand on the wheel gettin’ jiggy when i’m slidin’ to the field
bad b_tches know i got them trill deals
tell ‘em come eat like i’m signin’ to a deal
first things first ain’t no free meals
pull up to santa clara they got good deals
handshake when i’m walkin’ out ‘cause i’m that real
i’m a dilla boy
i’m good everywhere in the city boy
speakers knockin’ so you know that it’s celly boy
pull up with a different big boy toy
[verse 3]
we in the bay so we f_ckin’ with no bums
we dance different, but sh_t we go dumb
slidin’, thizzin, ghost ridin’
you know my whole squad be dippin’, shinin’
gotta have a step not like a white prep
show yo hips, but don’t hit that weak sh_t
ay bruh who’s gassin’, drivin’
oh sh_t, my boy casper slidin’
pass the juice, finna make this sh_t hyphy
when ya b_tch see me thizz, she say “wife me”
bad b_tches, back that sh_t up
shake that sh_t, go bananas f_ck it up
now i’m feelin’, super sick with it
my bros on top boy, we spit it
game ain’t over, till you hear that whistle
too short said it best, b_tch blow that whistle
okay i’m feelin’ myself
‘cause i’m drippin’ nice ouu, bling blaow
‘scuse me, h_llo b_tch please
she finna suck me so i’m feelin’ like yee

- t3p0

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