[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
N***a smoking cigaweed stressin'
All my sons feeling neglected
Woke up in the strip club flexin'
I want all the girls on my erection
I'm thankful to God that I'm winning
So I ain't gotta talk to you peasants
T Ferg out of jail and he with me
You know that shit is a blessing

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[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
N***a smoking cigaweed stressin'
I'm guessin' no n***a like me put in that work like a Mexican
All these bitch n***as be hype off they estrogen
Fergie so sick he changed up his medicine
Ain't gon deny, I be so fly
Put the heat in the street and it ain’t no mirage
Can't you see with your eyes, I'm the new [?]
Need a bad bitch like Nicki to have a menage
Sorry Safaree, she got some thick thighs
No game like Atari, when a slice of that pie
Shoutout to Bari, Vlone on the rise
2 thou for the hoodie, toast to the god
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[Verse 3: Marty Baller]
(Marty, finish 'em)
Feeling like I'm 'bout to turn it up
Tell the DJ I said turn it up
Cause I come from a place where n***as don't sleep
They selling that white seven days of the week
All night to stay on they feet
Then they hunt in the night like a thief
Cop guns cause they stay in some beef
Then they ride with them guns in the street (All the time)
My n***as be uber the Jeep
Personal driver whenever we creep
Guns gon fly open whenever we meet
And I'm grabbing them guns out the seat
Cause I heard you got it for cheap
Got it for low, and we trying to eat
With my flow, I could rock you to sleep
And knock them birds off in a week
We ain't come for no games
Now my n***as ain't playing
What the fuck is you saying?
Motherfucker y'all paying
All them hammers is spraying
All your bodies is staying
Y'all n***as ain't show me no love
I remember they tried to act tough
Now when I walk in the club, I light up my weed, and them n***as they all want to puff
What the fuck is that stuff?
We don't rock like that, and ya n***as really ain't gon pop like that
They not like that, they don't fight back
Tell 'em shoot and them n***as give the Glock right back
Them bitches they all used to front
I tell them to lick on my nuts
Then kiss on my shit, then spit on my shit
Then smoke it up just like a blunt
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