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[verse 1: the homie t–z]
pull her in the uber when she in the club
i just saved from these lame n-ggas
she don’t even know my name, doesn’t give a f-ck but she bringing all friends with her
give that hoe a high five
uberblack all night
so much commas you would say elipses
i just called shamballa now we nice
now we nice
now we nice nice nice nice
bad n-ggas, convoy, f-ck life
bad boys, bad b-tches, what’s right
hol’ up
f-ck with a n-gga then pour up
bad life tings, bad life tings
juicy b-tches and they all want t–z
want niso, and want deity
basically they want the whole team
but like c-ss i’mma cut em off
ponytail b-tch, is you in or not?
i’ll ragga ragga a n-gg’ if he trip but i’m never ever on ma gemini
i got jaded eyes when weed is lit
pistols ready got a k!ller team, k!ller clique.
cl1ck cl1ck bang bang! sh-t!
oh yea —— n-gga you can eat a d-ck
you got transgender looking good b-tches
hofrecords ain’t no pretty n-ggas
we got bad business and even badder b-tches!
so generally you ain’t f-ckin with us
i’m the general at stackin up these figures
hotel vibes with my realest n-gga niso, just hotboxed ‘e f-cken bathroom and i ain’t trippin, i ain’t on
a plane
when i say b-tches on me like a tattoo
homie t–z why you so f-cken godly?
now they booking and then they cut you
they afraid all eyes on me even way way
‘fore my lips move
(phone call)

[verse bridge/outro: the homie t–z]
my work never really done wake up in the morning hut (x2)
one o’clock, 1111
i’m prolly the only one
other n-ggas fartin in their bed lookin at me like i ain’t the one
well f-ck around get k!lled n-gga
come to the hof, get real n-gga
i got —– in my brain man
my cranium real n-gga
f-ck around with the other sh-t

[k-ssifiedniso]
penicillin flowin’ in your system
had to hit the club. there’s many crazy b-tches
this alcohol got my head spinning, liver swimming in this poisin
ridin’ with my boisin
how can you avoid ’em? business over b-tches. gotta get these digits
been in this sh-t before the shandiis
i tell them cause they never care about us and they used to doubt us now we got the ‘law though’, i
ain’t talkin about ‘lotto’. gotta get the money n-gga that’s the moto
i got the game on the cruch
these n-ggas are looking like free lunch
they ain’t ready like a b-tch with drama
—- —- but the marijuana
compet-tion got cold feet
they moving slow they on codein
better wake ’em up, give them coffee
or just let ’em rest in that coffin
if you got a problem we can solve it
k!llin’ rappers while we doin it often
i often, i off ’em, i’m off this morphine
i’m moving to better tings and you know it
who’s better than these veterans? got the traphouse if you got b-tches we can let ’em in
my mind is —– i’m always paddling, i’m never settling, chasing the presidents

- the homie teez

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