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Let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s go
I need an eighth, on deck
I need the set, to protect my skill
I need my set
I need my drugs
I need my bitch
I need my hugs
I need my set
I need my tech
Pour me an eighth
Pour me a deuce
Pour me a band
Pull me a, pull me a, pull me a noose
Hand me a noose
I’m a need it again
I’m gon’ fuck off the juice
I’m gon’ fuck on your friend
She go ham on my dudes
She gon’ hit on my dudes
She gon’ hit all my dudes
She gon’ pass me the, she gon’ pass me the juice
I’m gon’ sip on that shit, ain’t gon’ pass me no dude
Ain’t gon’ pass me no
Pass it like it’s Taylor Swift grammy
Double bitch, hit me like I’m Whitney
Taylor on me never fucking can need
Never see the color change
Barriers we break everyday
My mind a-fucking-wake
My mind a-fucking-wake
Yeah my mind a fucking—pill to fucking take
These drugs I fucking take
Take me to
Take me to
Take me to
Take me to outer space
Outer space, take me outer space
Yeah these drugs take me outer space
Pour me some lean, take me up
Pour me some lean, take me up
Pour me some lean, take me up
Pour me some lean, take me up
Pour me some, pour me some, pour me some, pour me some, pour me some, take me up
Pour me some lean
I don’t, I don’t have no fucking friends anymore cause
I cut ‘em off had to, had to pave this on my yuh
Had to do this for me in the fucking middle of the fucking week
Had to do this for me
Had to do this for me
Everyday of the, everyday of the week
Had to do this for me nigga
Had to do this for Valon
Just a testament a prod
I ain’t attesting to the prods
Cause you your own fucking god
Man you your own fucking god
So why you asking for, for validation?
I just told you what you was—Valon