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Good Remi you know
Kick my leg up
An get comfortable hoe
Come with juice
Like a lunchable hoe
You just five dollar
Hot and ready
No napkin
Had the block
Bumping like braille
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I'm damned
To a life of crime
Unless
I write these rhymes
Then I might be fine
No guarantee
I keep a trick
Up my pair of sleeves
Apparently
Y'all niggas eat
What parrots eat
Bird feed
I trying to corner
The market
Y'all on the corner
Marketing
Until the narcos
Parking them
Crown Vic's
Jumping out
Starting shit
They just wanna peek thru
My pretty curtains
Let's have a look see
It couldn't hurt him
Popular
Without permission
Without
Going commercial
No Intermission
Expensive bullets
For the henchmen
No penny pinching
Where the weed at
Greedy Heifers
Get the feedback
Pack of wolves
Yeah I lead that
Four stars on a P-hat
Salute me nigga
And ease back
My tech jammers
Disrespect your grandma
And flannel pajamas
Don't make me
Hand him the hammer
Cause they a send me in
To settle out

Man the grind
Gone have to wait
Loud blunts to the face
When the bad
Out weigh the good
An the good
Ain't good enough
Come on and roll it up

Keep them
Fans clean
Niggas no seeds
That's what
Yo mans need
To grow weed
But proceed
With caution
With that illegal content
That's game for free
No comment
You can bet yours
I'm a get mine
Wit sweaty palms
I grip nines
Let the record show
The defendant
Ain't no hoe
He don't deal with
You niggas wit
Loose lips
AR make yo body do two flips
Chopper bullets
Go thru bricks
Turn yo trap
To a toothpick
An you still recouping
Stupid
I move with the money
Exclusive
You like a fool
With his money
Duece's
Homos still doing promos
I hit the tree hard
Like Sunny Bono
You goony goo goo
With the mojo
Sloppy wit it
Should've watched
How poppy did it
Pigeon fitted
With the ribbon
Diamond Swisher
Gone and twist it
I manifest this fucking vision
Hard out the gate lil nigga
Outfit shit
Hard out the gate lil n
Outfit shh