bagtalk.

Sipping potion trying to fix the pain

I poured up a six, I'm on the strip, I'm swerving lane to lane

Cut off my bitch and took a trip just trying to shake the rain

If I tell my shooter that shit green he shoot like Danny Ainge

They tried to tell me I was zero I turned into Dame

I tried to bring niggas along I left them in the wave

I can't forget about my dawgs they put them in a cage

I'm fin to rage

Fuck that beef just call me if you feel a way

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I grab a eighth out the pound and board a paper plane

Funny niggas hate, but now they wait on what I'm finna say