I just wanna smoke
Roll it up and take a toke
Your bitch, she gon' choke
When my hands on her throat
Let her fly away 'cos today ain’t her day
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Freddie gonna choose
When you die, It's okay
Keep a kill count
On these bitches mane
One, two, three
And I got a Glock on me
I'm a killer
I'm a getting with my shit you know it's free
And a stone, and a streets
When I scrape you feel a hit
When it comes to dope I keep on smokin' and I'm goin' up