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Skinny nigga, fat racks, I might call up pest control, in case I need to catch rats

Them my shooters, we might pull up on you niggas early morning, cock-a-doodle

He said he finna call his dawgs, I ain't never punched a poodle

I'm getting tired of punching clocks, what he used to wet them niggas up

He said it was a mop, put that nigga around some pussy

Bet he turned into a opp. Her last plug had that mid

Told that bitch to come and shop. I got exotic runtz, in stock

Niggas still searching for the real ones. Solomon, hill get rolled up in his blunt

I can't feel none. Fuck wrong, get beat like a steel drum

Bitch gave me head, called her up the next day, and she still dumb