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Dropping
the
top
like
I
made
it
And
I
been
smoking
the
best
Tell
my
ex
hoe
that
I
made
it
Just
want
to
make
her
upset
It
could
all
be
so
simple
Stop
trying
to
make
it
complex
Just
put
your
pride
to
the
side
And
swallow
all
your
regrets
What
you
gone
do
for
a
check
I
run
it
up
with
finesse
Thinking
to
myself
Like
what
could
go
wrong
next
Even
though
God
on
my
side
I
think
he
like
to
see
me
stressed
Got
one
hand
on
this
Nina
Nigga
both
feet
on
they
neck
Yeah
we
spin
his
block
like
ballerina
Better
that
boy
in
check
He
talking
like
a
king
Playing
checkers
but
this
chess
We
knock
his
head
off
They'll
find
that
but
not
the
rest
Right
before
we
sped
off
With
no
ceilings
on
the
vet
So
is
it
you
Throwing
dirt
all
on
my
name
Burry
me
in
the
booth
Know
they
can't
stand
the
reign
This
the
ocean
not
a
pool
When
they
see
the
range
They
know
they
can't
do
what
I
do
Big
body
tank
Lil
buddy
want
rank
And
you
know
he
ready
to
shoot
Like
it's
500
degrees
Better
play
it
cool
Ain't
tripping
Ain't
no
pressure
Ain't
no
way
we
gonna
loose
Throw
the
extras
at
the
strippers
Nigga
could've
bought
a
coupe
But
Ima
let
her
have
it
Gone
and
buy
her
son
some
shoes
Boy
I'm
starting
to
feel
abandoned
Been
the
highest
in
the
room
The
way
I'm
painting
these
pictures
Nigga
thought
he
popped
a
shroom
Close
your
eyes
right
now
You
know
I'll
take
you
to
the
moon
If
we
get
close
enough
to
heaven
Tell
Zerrick
I'll
see
you
soon
Tell
him
I'm
dropping
the
top
like
I
made
it
And
I
been
smoking
the
best
Tell
my
ex
hoe
that
I
made
it
Just
want
to
make
her
upset
One
hand
on
this
Nina
Nigga
both
foot
on
they
neck
Spin
the
block
like
ballerina
Keep
your
boy
in
check
I'm
in
the
booth
I'm
greatest
I'll
let
you
tell
it
yourself
I'm
popping
out
in
the
latest
This
shit
jumping
off
the
shelf
Hit
your
block
just
like
the
navy
Nigga
better
call
for
help
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