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I ain't smoked up in a grip

Blow the weed up off my lip

Sunday Morning I'll repent ay

We don't know who is involved

We gon ride blowing that loud

We survive until tomorrow ay

I put that clip up in my coat

And tell somebody roll my dope

I put that zip up in my coat

Nobody want no smoke

I'm still a keeper of my own

And that ain't probably ending soon

Is that the reaper on the road

Or did I see him in the room

I ain't smoked in a grip

Are you smoking again?

I ain't smoked in a grip

Riding hotboxing the Tahoe with the Florida seats

She want me to hit the bottle let me smoke in peace

Pull up high I left the car on at the grocery

Heard you claim that that's gelato but it's weak as fuck

Yeah I know he got the Glock up on him keep it tucked

I can't hear a word, are you speaking up

I got 44 hollows that want to meet you bruh

On the dash keep my bible smoking Jesus up

I ain't smoked in a grip

Are you smoking again?

I ain't smoked in a grip

I put that clip up in my coat

And tell somebody roll my dope

I put that zip up in my coat

Nobody want no smoke

I'm still a keeper of my own

And that ain't probably ending soon

Is that the reaper on the road

Or did I see him in the room