Yeah so... (Part Deux) - Da$h

Just copped this quarter, 'bout to go to the store

For some backwoods, threw on my ACGs, don’t fuck with them

Them whores outside too, even though it’s cold

Young’n bold, never doing what I’m told

You would think I sold my soul to the Devil, a rebel

These rap niggas is puppets, bitch you looking at Geppetto

I’m only rolling fifties, any less I’ll never settle

Had her screaming now she dreaming

Put the bitch in a falsetto, like damn…

(Yeah) but don’t mind me, I’m on some high shit

Not that five niggas putting ten up for a dime shit

Quarter whole and half zips, when it’s getting passed bitch

I’m only blowing sour and kush, niggas is passed piff

Pothead, don’t smoke?

then drop dead

Copping so much that my bud-man always seem to give me cred and

Swear these trees the only thing keeping me sane

I’m so muhfucking high I think a cloud replaced my brain

It’s not a game

Yeah, yeah, it’s not a game

Yeah, yeah, it’s not a game

Only thing keeping me sane

So muhfucking high I think a cloud replaced my brain, like

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