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[Intro: AWG Stanley]
Steeze, make some space, bro
Ha ha
In this bitch too
Bitch stop callin' me
Bitch stop callin' me
With the gang

[Verse 1: AWG Stanley]
Swerving with a bad bitch on the east side
Smoking on that dope, came from Cali
White bitch she from the valley
Fat ass, and we with some bitches
And we bout to get lit, we do not fuck with snitches
Roll me up a spliff, I get higher than the Hilton
These n***as talkin' shit, I keep my weapon like a walker
I told her I'm a trapper, not a rapper but I do this
These n***as talkin' shit, I keep a .40 like I glued it
I did so many flips, I got record doin' track
But I ain't never run, I can't jump, I don't do that
I'm cooling with a foreign bitch, we smokin' on that gass
She looking at me crazy, she ask if I'm gon pass
I told her "do not get that pack, and you not smokin' my runts"
[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
I hit that lil bitty bitch from the back, I break her shit from the front (Yeah)
I hit that ball right out the park, my n***as they never run (Yeah)
I came in the game balling on these n***as, know that I'm gon stunt
I ain't got time for a hoe, I only got my time for my bros
And I only get paid for a show, If you got me, n***a let me know
I ain't need no love for the fake shit, I ain't got no n***as, why you sayin this?
I came up, n***a I changed it, my n***as, we lit, we made it (Oh yeah)
Pour up a cup of the Hennessy, better yet pour up a double cup
N***as be talkin' the dumbest stuff, I promise you n***as ain't done enough
Lil Skies really be runnin' up, 20 bands in my left pocket
I was never really havin' wallets, I was ballin' like I'm Ben Wallace
N***as hatin', yeah they gonna hate, I'm a young n***a with plenty cake
N***as in they feelins' all the time, I ain't worried bout em all the time
I be puttin' in the overgrind, n***as know I got overshine
And I'm really prolly gettin' mine, everybody gotta take they time
N***as talkin', they don't never listen all my diamonds shinin' and they glisten
VVS n***as always hatin', diamonds drippin' by the way I'm skatin'
N***as hate and that's a true debate, I don't care what they gotta say
I'ma get the bread in every way, me and Stan we gon elevate (Yeah, oh)
N***as they know what I mean, sip lean, I ain't sippin' on green
Double cup, that is my tea (Yeah, woah)
Lil' n***a got smoke with me, he a lil cup of Hi-C
I'ma put his ass on a beam (Yeah, woah)
Big stick when we shoot out the window
I don't talk too much, these n***as not my friends bro
I don't talk too much to these n***as, they nothin' but a pimp-o
I don't talk too much to these n***as, they not my friend bro
[Outro: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smokin' don't end tho
Yeah, why we out tho
Yeah, and I'm screamin' from the popo
Yeah, we ain't sellin' pack to them tho
Oh yeah, mhmm
Oh yeah, what we say? Mhmm