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I've been sippin' on this soda hi-tec it gon make me slower

Only devils on my shoulders the racks make me happy baby and I'm lovin' it

The smoke coming in my way best believe I ain't duckin' it

I been livin' in the dark I don't need no angel dust

Bust down on my wrist when I'm clutchin' on this fye

Mask on tryna fade you gon' catch me with this cut

Put them pretty eyes in my soul but I still know you gon' lie

Workin' overtime I love the pape and I'm loving on the hustle

Draco carry 762 they be bigger than my muscle

My ex always hit me up talkin' bout let's go fuck n cuddle

The way I drive the bitch in traffic better sit back go and buckle

Racks coming in I been manifesting bout this shit

I don't need no sleep I'm making hits in the studio bitch

I don't need friends I'm by myself and I'm stupid lit

The Glock don't got a number this a dirty stick

30 clip on a 43X you can feel the kick

How you shit talkin I can't understand that heavy lisp

The draco singing harmonies I call her perfect pitch

Double cup muddy with a wood I call it a perfect mix

Shout out Quanny I been feeling like money making mitch

Shout out Juice and Savage they the reason why I love to sip

Detox my body out of drugs yeah I'm feeling mint

I fuck the cougar bitch from the back while she wear her mink coat

Nine millimeter to his eye maybe he can see more

Cancer bitch set you up put you straight through chemo