Lyrics Quit Smoking Dabs - SoFaygo
Oh
my
God,
oh
my
God,
he′s
a
beast,
he's
a
problem
Plenty
sticks,
plenty
rods,
fuck
nigga,
try
not
to
get
robbed
Put
a
smile
on
my
mama
face
Can′t
wait
'til
she
ain't
gotta
work
no
job
We
gon′
be
right
outside
your
place
Nigga,
fuck
the
law,
nigga,
fuck
the
cops
I
miss
you,
Bryce
Y2,
is
that
you?
Yeah,
yeah
(woah,
woah)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
And
I
ain′t
braggin'
(yeah),
pull
up,
make
some
magic
(yeah)
Wrap-wrap
it
in
that
plastic
I
smoke
gas,
I
don′t
smoke
dab
pen
(yeah)
Shawty
seen
me
glow,
now
she
askin'
like,
"What
happened?"
Said
we
got
it
for
the
low,
all
you
gotta
do
is
tap
in
(yeah)
With
my
nina
(yeah),
that
lil′
boy
better
keep
up
Swear
to
God
I
love
that
money
beeper,
lil'
bro
say
pass
the
reefer
Doing
that
skrrt-skrrt
in
that
Beamer
(yeah)
Yeah,
she′s
a
team
player
I
did
not
mean
to
slay
her,
Glocky
got
a
beam
and
a
laser
Oh
my
God,
oh
my
God,
he's
a
beast,
he's
a
problem
Plenty
sticks,
plenty
rods,
fuck
nigga,
try
not
to
get
robbed
Put
a
smile
on
my
mama
face
Can′t
wait
′til
she
ain't
gotta
work
no
job
We
gon′
be
right
outside
your
place
Nigga,
fuck
the
law,
nigga,
fuck
the
cops
These
niggas
don't
talk
′bout
no
cheese,
these
hoes
be
hella
OD
I
cannot
hang
with
these
niggas,
these
niggas
not
for
me
My
gang
gon'
pop
for
me,
please
don′t
get
shot
for
free
You
wanna
talk
to
me,
then
come
and
cop
you
a
fee
Man,
I
got
gangster
in
my
genes,
might
tuck
that
nine
up
in
my
jeans
Man,
I
told
that
lil'
ho
bend
over
'Cause
I
need
somewhere
to
lay
my
meat
And
I
got
somethin′
for
these
lil′
niggas
That
think
they
really
toppin'
me
Man,
ain′t
nobody
stoppin'
me,
I
got
his
wife
toppin′
me
And
she
don't
wanna
be
with
that
nigga,
she
know
I
got
what
she
need
She
know
that
a
nigga
lame,
and
that
lil′
boy
tryna
be
like
me
And
I
get
too
lost
in
my
mind
when
a
nigga
sippin'
on
codeine
I
get
high,
man,
I
smoke
weed,
nigga,
I
get
fly,
man,
I
get
flee
And
I
ain't
braggin′
(yeah),
pull
up,
make
some
magic
(yeah)
Wrap-wrap
it
in
that
plastic
I
smoke
gas,
I
don′t
smoke
dab
pen
(yeah)
Shawty
seen
me
glow,
now
she
askin'
like,
"What
happened?"
Said
we
got
it
for
the
low,
all
you
gotta
do
is
tap
in
(yeah)
With
my
nina
(yeah),
that
lil′
boy
better
keep
up
Swear
to
God
I
love
that
money
beeper,
lil'
bro
say
pass
the
reefer
Doing
that
skrrt-skrrt
in
that
Beamer
(yeah)
Yeah,
she′s
a
team
player
I
did
not
mean
to
slay
her,
Glocky
got
a
beam
and
a
laser
Yeah,
yeah
(woah,
woah)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
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