[Intro]

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

I can't let 'em down, the Glock got a drum, that's like fifty rounds

Pockets stuffed with the funds, Smithy hanging down

Make money for fun, ain't no playing round

I'm in love with the drugs and I'm geeking out

I smoke colorful runts, baby by the pound

I'm in the cut, I don't make a sound

Yeah, he'll give it up, yeah, we took him down

Babe I'm so high, I'm never coming down

Pass me the gas, I'll roll it up right now

That lil boy a rat, sung like a mouse

And I need these racks, finna slime him out

[?] I'm at, might have to climb him out

Ran off of that nigga, left him right there frownin

I might fuck yo bitch, nigga I be wildin

They will not leave, she be right there poutin

Yeah, this money pilin

[?]

I could make a few charges, give me an hour

[?] a nigga like a towel

This girl look designer, nigga, not no sour

Yeah, yeah, I'm never sour

Imma stay up, nigga, never downward

My drip is water, sound like a shower

[Outro]

(My drip is water, sound like a shower)

(Arms up, nigga, never downward)