![]() ![]() Slip away, dip away, almost had to throw a zip awayīut fuck that, this Taylor Gang, what you want dog It's a mind game like the ream I seem to keep migraines Stuck in the hallway, with a pass say dawg he just smoke all day We fly, we ride, she high, he high, we high Rolling up grass, so weed to have the stash, so I know I'm gonna fast Now I'm hoping off the plane putting roaches on the wingĪnd my hoes like queens, but we smoke like kings Taking pictures with a young nigga cheese Now they say I'm hot, hundred somethin' degrees King size papes full of trees, I be with the boss dog(g) ya'll fuck niggas please ![]() This one's for the g's all black Chuck's on the cuffs of my jeans Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us When I pull up people so fresh in my ride ![]() You know a nigga really don't wanna go to school today ![]()
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