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Bro massage that hoe
Massage the sh*t out of it like
It's like damn, like you gon' really have to put in muhf*ckin' work
Slap it and do all that
Yeah, ass up, guns down
Yeah, now I'm ridin' through my old town with some new paper (Woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, it's goin' down, down
Yeah, and the rich just dapped me up (Woah)
Left the last six months, I can say it wasn't 'round ('Round)
Yeah, and my life is like a sitcom (Woah, woah, woah)
I used to get picked on, she like all my pics now, uh (Woah, woah)
Wait, don't give a f*ck about your Rollie (Yeah)
You n*ggas' unholy, you help me stand out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down
Ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'ma need hands on your knees (Woah)
How many drugs do you need?
How many pills do you need? (Yeah)
Maybe I'm not in your league (Yeah, ayy)
How many boys do you see?
She swear to God it's only me
D*ck is not free, it's a fee, woah
Can't take a L, I'm a G
Woah, yeah
Baby as thick as that Bisquick, yeah
I'm tryna f*ck up her lipstick
She down to pop a lil' Perc (Perc)
I'm down to smoke a lil' weed (Lil' weed)
I'm finna tell you a lie (Lie)
Baby you all that I need (God damn)
Where did you get that Gucci? (Woah, Gucci)
I know she was up on the Coogi
Yeah, ass up, guns down (Down)
Yeah, now I'm ridin' through my old town with some new paper
Yeah, it's goin' down (Woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, and the rich just dapped me up
Left the last six months, I can say it wasn't 'round (Yeah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, and my life is like a sitcom
I used to get picked on, she like all my pics now (Pics now)
Wait, don't give a f*ck about your Rollie (Yeah)
You n*ggas' unholy, you help me stand out
Yeah, ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down
Ass up, guns down, ass up, guns down
More water, drugs down, more water, drugs down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Parallel park, the Wraith limousine, yeah
Parallel spark, the weed, these hoes be fiend, yeah
Parallel course, 'cause I'm a shoppin' fiend, yeah
Parallel lungs, look like some Oxy Clean
My life a sucks of lean
Two hoes, me in-between
And I'ma get 'em both
That's my hypothesis
Ayy, I can't waste another minute on a whack hoe
Parasites, all the time I spent, can't get it back though
Yeah, ass up, guns down
Yeah, now I'm ridin' through my old town with some new paper
Yeah, it's goin' down
Yeah, and the rich just dapped me up
Left the last six months, I can say it wasn't 'round
Yeah, and my life is like a sitcom
I used to get picked on, she like all my pics now
Uh, wait, don't give a f*ck about your Rollie (Yeah)
You n*ggas' unholy, you help me stand out
Ass Up Guns Down