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[intro]
aye, pop out
(wake up, gonna take a puff, n_ggas knows what’s up, nah)
(let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b_tch)
(i just want the clip, money long)
(then i ching_ching_chong)
(let me hit the_)

[chorus: therichmusic]
wake up, then i take a puff, n_ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b_tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching_ching_chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acrеs)

[verse 1]
give ’em b_tches who ain’t had onе a puff
belt strap, get yo b_tches in cuffs, say what?
i’d be lyin’ if i said i ain’t cut the closest off
i’d be lyin’ if i said i ain’t the one behind the prod
throwback to ’21 when everyone was onto pods
b_tch, i only run trains on solos, not squads (what?)
call that a corny bar, baby where’s your f_ckin’ cars, hm
i ain’t deal with p_ssies who think they gods
lighten up b_tch, we still ain’t buy the facade
i had to learn how to open up, therapy showed me i ain’t give a f_ck
[chorus: therichmusic]
wake up, then i take a puff, n_ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b_tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching_ching_chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acres)

[verse 2]
b.t. showed me i ain’t gotta be afraid to open up, what’s that?
huh, i was around for 3 years and you still ain’t beat my ass
pop out, don’t give a f_ck, b_tch i ain’t got doubts
b_tch, i can hold myself together, i can go without
if you got any issues you can come over and shout, how’s that?
if you wanna pop out, come over take a puff, hm
told you in what’s good that i_i_i already beat him down enough
personality, reality, whichever’s preferred

[bridge]
i’m goin’ on my f_ckin’ shooters mentality, so if you find me dead it’s_
i ain’t give a f_ck about anybody’s individuality
i ain’t give a f_ck, white, black, asian, you can be any nationality
i’ll turn you from a corpse into a f_ckin’ fatality, casually, what’s good?
i’ll turn that sh_t into some sh_t that one would consider brutality
come on b_tch, pop out
[chorus: therichmusic]
wake up, then i take a puff, n_ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b_tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching_ching_chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acres)
wake up, then i take a puff, n_ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b_tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching_ching_chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some acres (acres)

[verse 3]
b_tches be lyin’ when they say this sh_t ain’t a vibe, nah
b_tch, you ain’t believe me i’m still vibin’ with that tribe
what the lyrics, what the quest they transcribe?
egotistical, it runs in the family, b_tch i’m the best, yeah
mail this song back to the p_ssies that were addressed
i ain’t give a f_ck if you a man if you wearin’ a dress, that’s just old roots
i ain’t want no part in you or your b_tches fruit, turned even her gay
dude what the f_ck?
[chorus]
wake up, gonna take a puff, n_ggas knows what’s up, nah
let me flip the script, i ain’t want yo b_tch
i just want the clip, money long
then i ching_ching_chong
let me hit the bong, wakin’ baked
you ain’t got no job, you gettin’ high today
hold up, yo ass ain’t get no smoke, you better fly away (fly away)
go get you some paper (paper)
we got all the flavors (flavors)
my wifey’s the baker (baker)
i’m high off some makers (makers)

- therichmusic

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